It is... and it only gets worth as it moves from finances to health issues...

I know... it gets tougher and tougher.  She won’t listen to anyone that doesn’t align with what my FIL says on whatever topic is at hand. He knows it, and tries to avoid giving advice, but that’s pretty difficult when someone says “What do you think I should do?” to you over and over.

Pretty much. FIL is always clear about the things he doesn’t know about, but Mrs. Snow Dog still thinks he knows everything better than everyone else. Example: we spent 3 years as expatriates in Mexico for my job:

So... How do I get Mrs. Snow Dog to stop requesting advice from unqualified people? Say, for example, her dad?

She doesn’t need to register for jack shit if she stays locked the fuck up where she belongs.

Dr Hfuhruhurr has another way to change someone’s mind...

Also remember that some people may be unwilling or unable to give you a reference... I had an intern that I fired for poor attendance ask to use me for a reference. What exactly did he expect me to say? “Billy was great, when he showed up...”

Well, that explains why nobody listens to me anymore...

This was outdated for business correspondence since Queen Victoria was around.

hahahahahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahaha <gasp>

No kidding! What’s wrong with “Hey, I’ve enjoyed my time with you guys, but I have other shit to do now. Talk to you soon!”?

Will read this tomorrow.

Easiest? It’s pretty much the only way to make that happen...

As I said up-thread, if I have read-receipts turned on for you, it’s because I don’t trust you.

There is a time for that — problem co-workers, bosses, employees, customers... anyone you’re communicating with that you don’t trust. I know it’s 2020, but you’d be surprised how many people can’t be bothered to change the default behaviors of the software they use.

Wait, you’re the one that says “GIF” should be pronounced “JIF”, aren’t you...

Ehh... You haven’t met Mrs Snow Dog, who’s standing right behind me while I type this...

I loathed cooking before this fiasco. Now, in the End Times, I hate it even more.

No kiddin... I remember mowing the yard with full-can headphones so I could hear Dio over the lawnmower’s engine every weekend.

CAN YOU PLEASE TYPE LOUDER?!?!?!