8:25 a.m. - 2006-12-13
But, with the spouse buying himself a new semi-dry suit so he can dive this winter, and my purchase of air fare to San Diego to hook up with my best girl (whoo whoo!) and then our outrageously expensive night for four at the Cheetah Girls concert, I guess what I've spent on Christmas is really like spitting into the ocean.
On the completely bright and tinsel shrouded side: I've got tons of presents from the spouse and kid under the tree! All with MY name on them. Hooray for Greed! Christmas commercialism ROCKS!
Speaking of rocks, I must've had rocks in my head yesterday when I decided to park in the farthest, darkest corner of a parking garage. Alone. (how'd you like that segue? pretty lame, huh?) I had to report for jury duty orientation and I CANNOT parallel park. So... I had to pay for the parking garage. Dude, I lost my car. Then I stepped in homeless people urine while wearing my favorite black boots. THEN I had some weird guy walk up to me while UNDERGROUND WITH NO MACE and say, "Hey sweetie". I called the spouse on my cell and told him if I ended up dead, then he'd better come and get my fucking body out of this concrete rat maze.
BUT... jury duty sounds interesting and my judge is Hot! For real! I've never seen a sexy judge before. He's nice too. I rode the elevator back down with him and chatted for a few, and he was surprisingly friendly. I don't know why it was a surprise that he was nice (and Hot!) but my preconcieved notions of judges veer more toward graying and all... umm... judicial and shit.
That's all for today. Must get more coffeeeeee.....
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