Today, I had a bad day. I tried to buy life insurance, but I was sent all of this homework to fill out and it made me sick with anxiety. I tried filling it out, but when I was asked if I had any pre-existing conditions, I was stumped.
Hemorrhoids didn’t seem serious enough to mention, and the ADHD isn’t officially diagnosed. My memory isn’t what it used to be either. Why was I buying life insurance again? I put the paperwork down and took the dog for a walk.
After hours of worrying about my application, I decided to just do my best and fill out what I could. I couldn’t find it. Now, I’ve been known to put the milk in the cupboard and I’ve left the stove on overnight. I am always losing things.
I checked under the bed, in every drawer and on every counter I could think of. I even checked the washing machine. I couldn’t find the homework from the insurance company anywhere. I need life insurance. I want my spouse to have financial security if I die before she does.
Plus, she was going to kill me if I didn’t get this application finished.
Then I found it, or a piece of it. Lying on the floor next to the dog’s food dish. A self-satisfied dog sleeping on his pillow nearby.
I did the only thing I could think of. I called the insurance company and said, “My dog ate my homework.”