Well, we can all breathe easier now... I'm fully insured.

Yep. Today, the lady came to the office from AFLAC to scare us into insuring ourselves so much we would never worry about any financial matter again (execpt, of course, insurance premiums). I bought life, accident, and short-term disablity insurance. If I get decapitated on a commercial airliner while traveling for business, there will apparently be some kind of trifecta and whomever I say will never have to worry about money again, though that would be cold comfort, because really, is life worth living without me?

Don't answer that.

I declined the cancer insurance, thereby increasing the chance that I will be diagnosed with cancer in the next year by leaps and bounds. I am just going to tempt fate with that one, because I refuse to pay almost sixty dollars a month for such specialized coverage.

I was given pause, however, by the AFLAC lady who came to sell us this stuff. See, even before she mentioned the cancer policy, I was thinking about cancer, because evidently this lady has been chain-smoking since she was weaned from her mother's teat, and that would have to include when she's asleep, because this woman SMOKED. Really. I thought I was listening to Harvey Firestein sell me insurance, except Harvey has a really smooth voice compared to her. Her leathery, sallow skin also made me think of cancer, and bad health in general. It's sad that people do that to themselves, but I guess I understand addiction, and it's not like she just woke up one morning and had a voice so gravelly she could pave a driveway. It happened over time, most likely. I just felt sorry for her, and wanted to has her if SHE had the Cancer Insurance, becuase honey, she sure needed it.

Insurance is a weird thing. I don't like thinking about what might happen, but since I myself have been in a horrible accident that affected my livlihood for a while, I believe in it. So it is with a lot of wood-knocking that I signed those papers today. It feels good to be covered.