And look at what I found in my kitchen this morning
Yikes. I know. I do it too. Everytime I see this I jump back and remember whoa. My other half is a cop. Today I think it came in handy.
Today I fulfilled my civic duty and reported for jury duty. Sat in a packed room of all kinds of peeps. Didn't get called. Phew. Didn't get called. Phew. Didn't get called. Phew. Then I got called. Oh man. Sat through interviews and gettin' to know yas. Most people answered question #10, do you have any acquaintances that are correctional officers, with NO. Me? Sheesh. I live with a police officer. I have family and friends that are police officers. I hear myself say that and think, who the heck am I? I have been anti-cop and anti-gun most of my life. But life comes at you in mysterious ways.
And so, I'm happy to say, I did not get picked. For once in my life, to not get picked for this team, is good. I have plenty o' things to keep me busy the rest of the week. Hopefully I won't run into any more guns in my kitchen.
P.S. Extra plus bonus for having jury duty: thanks to the miracles of Twitter, connected with and had a lovely lunch with Brett. Love it when that happens. :)