If you cannot afford an attorney... prove it.

A friend of mine sent along this link yesterday.

Arrrrrr.

Happy National Talk Like a Pirate Day.

you know you have a pathetic social life when

The highlight of my night last night was when I sat in David Ortiz's lap, he pulled me in close to him, snuggled into a hug, and said in that DR accent of his, "We're very good friends.  If not more." 

 

So what if it was just a dream?

argh

this job makes me SO. ANGRY.

today's news.

From the Washington Post:

 

Civil verdict in false confession case

 

Pollutants create female characteristics in male bass - save the environment, folks!

Baltimore Sun article on the death penalty in the Baltimore area.

oops.

So, Perplexing #2 and I had another go-round.  It started off well enough - didn't end too well.  Like a good lapsed Catholic, I'm having a huge guilt attack.  I'm kind of ashamed of my behavior.  I flirted with lots of other people.  (one of whom seemed to think that it's ok for friends to kiss on the lips?  I went in for the cheek and he derailed me!) That was just one little guilt nugget.  Anyway:

 

Coworker Jack:  "Damn.  You totally Big-Leagued him."

Me:  "Big-Leagued?  Is that good or bad?  Oh God.  I feel terrible.  I should go find him in court today and apologize."

Jack:  "Nooooooo.  No no no.  Just buy him a drink the next time you see him at the bar.  Us guys get over things like that pretty quickly if we think we have a shot of getting laid.  It's just who we are."