Veterinarian: Justice is fine.
Michael : Great.
Veterinarian: Although, dressing him up like a seeing eye dog seems a bit cruel.
Veterinarian: Well, yeah because he can't see.
Michael: What are you talking about?
Veterinarian: Mr. Bluth... Justice is blind.
The last time I went to jury duty, I got interviewed for a jury. They were asking all these questions and then they'd look at their sheet and be like "Mmmmm, Mister So-and-so? How do you feel about that?" and I would go, oh crap, I gotta pay attention, I have NO IDEA what they just asked. And then a minute later I'd hear them ask another juror what they thought and then repeat my last reaction. It was a fun morning.
Then we got released for a long lunch which helped me a lot seeing as I didn't live on that side of town. But my eye had been killing me all morning. So I went out to Ford Escort #2, pulled out my contact and saw a huge rip in it. For those not contact savvy, that means the contact had an early death.
Now, this may surprise some of you, but I have horrible vision. Jesse likes to play the game "Can Katie See My Expression" if I'm not wearing glasses or contacts. Or, more funly "Can Katie Read That Giant Sign With The Huge Letters What's Wrong With Her She Is Lame". So going with one contact the rest of the afternoon was exciting to say the least. Oh, and they didn't choose me for the jury. But I will always remember (I hate when people say that, "I will always remember ____". And here I am) the look on the lady's face in the front row of potential jurors. They started releasing jurors they didn't want, from left to right, front to back row. They let everybody but one woman out of the front row and I remember when they got to about the third row, she looked back and realized they were letting people go systematically and that she had been selected. Oh, that look of horror on her face. It was beautiful.
Anyway, I was sent home again last Friday and I got a lot of reading done. Oh, BUT KNITTING NEEDLES WEREN'T ALLOWED! I know, right? I wasn't sure about crochet hooks, but my crochet chops aren't up to making anything more than those flower fridgies I made a while ago. Have I been all over the place with this post? Sorry.
I have no new pictures to show you, so I will post one of my favorite pictures ever. It's from the World Beard and Mustache Championships, and I want to have an 8x10 print of it made and framed for my house. More details later.