Well, all hell has begun over my interest in selling my third of the property. I was sure the Macbeths would bite and take my offer, but my brother, I believe, is more interested in screwing me over at a lower asking price. Randy is upset by my actions, but I'm still angry that an attorney and my two brothers let my dad draw up this deed four days before his death. The property should have stayed in the estate, and I would have sold it last year, perhaps not at what I believe it will sell for once the economy stirs but we allwould have ended up with a nice share. I will never know if it was my dad's belief he could avoid our paying inheritance taxes (wrong!) or if it was a King-Lear-control issue to keep the three of us on speaking terms (wrong again!).
So, i'm off to Toyland. Tra la!