Wish Me Luck

EC and Diva are monitoring the NYSE via some stock market guru on Twitter. They want to incorporate, and form an LLC called "Escargot.com." Did I mention that both children are still in grammar school? They are "feeling out" the market in order to formulate their IPO (initial public offering).

I'm all, Huh?

Even though we have a combined net worth of 0, the hub understands the lingo and suspects they are "day trading" from our home office, while I'm downstairs drinking my first cup of coffee.

He could be right. As I'm drifting downstairs about 6 a.m., the two velociraptors are in the computer room--each on her own laptop--Googling exchange rates, and saying things like,

"The Euro is still an unstable currency."

"Also, avoid the Yen."

"Shut up, I know."

"Jussayin. Pound Sterling, way to go."

"Agreed."

It's kinda scary. I asked Diva (third grade) last week how much she had saved up in her piggy bank, and she deadpanned, "I'm diversified."

I periodically remind them that I am more valuable to them alive, and active in the workforce. Otherwise, they'd have to liquidate their assets and purchase a mahoghany casket, funeral flowers, and nice shady plot.

L'il Viv says the topic has already come up, and the two devil children have researched on the net, and connected--via Facebook--with a discount crematorium in Texas.

I said, "Are you serious?"

She nodded. "They Yahoo-mapped it. Shortest route. No left turns to save on fuel costs. Those little vermin are smart."

Wish me luck.