This is my spring break. After a weekend of very little sleep (2 nights was too much for Jaylen away from his momma), I am pulling 10+ hour days at the office. Where's my wet t-shirt contest? Where's my week of sun and splash?
For my trial practice class, I am supposed to watch 3 hours of a trial this week. Not hard, right? Turns out it is. All these trials "scheduled" keep getting postponed and stayed and so far, have yet to see any real action. Plea deals are so not sexy. Anyway, PCW and I are heading down to the Government Center shortly to try, yet again, to observe a trial.
Girl Scout cookies are evil. I love peanut butter. I love oatmeal. Put them together and you get a Tag-along. Put them at my desk and they are gone.
This weekend my wife is coming home. It's been 2 months since we've seen each other, which is a long time to go without seeing a spouse, but is a testament to the relationship, no?
The city buses are free here on Saturday for St. Patrick's Day. I rarely ride the bus, but feel like I should, just to get the free ride. I love free stuff. But maybe the free rides should just be for Irish people. It's their day, not mine, after all.
2 comments:
Our marriage is as strong as ever... but I am excited about this weekend nonetheless. And free bus rides. And Irish people. But I am always excited about Irish people.
hey guys, relax
it may be an irish day but they are inclusive and want us all to enjoy the day
didn't i see you hanging out at the independent? cool place.
by the way has anyone ever studied the norse visits to ireland?
way cool. they were not all mean
and violent.
enjoy the day
i will be taking the free bus to the parade.
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