My dear Liz,
I’m sooooo sorry but I haven’t stopped laughing. With you, of course, not at you. Well… maybe more of at you. And now we’re looking at an intervention to save you from yourself. Your little snack of Cheezies every day since we got the goodie machine bit you in the butt today didn’t it? And I’m not talking about the orange fingers and the tinge of orange mixed in with your pale pink lip gloss.
I guess you forgot we were using the lower courtroom today and when you opened the judge’s door and waltzed through in full uniform with one hand in your Cheezie bag and Cheezie crumbs on your face. I nearly fell off the bench. Don’t do that to me!! I’m supposed to be a serious person. The look on the gallery, not to mention the witness was priceless.
It got even better when you bowed to me and backed out leaving me with a courtroom of people thinking wtf? I live for these moments with you – and for sure, you can’t make this stuff up.
Snort, snort, giggle, giggle,
…..to be continued