Happy Friday! All’s quiet on the Western Front. I came back today to find that our trial is over; the jurors returned their verdict yesterday while I was at graduation. Unfortunately, the floater court reporter took the original verdict home with her. Who does that?! But according to the floater clerk, he’d already tracked her down and she’s going to mail it back to us.

I may join my coworkers for happy hour tonite at Outback Steakhouse. Tomorrow, my gym trainee volunteered to come to my house for a much-needed closet cleaning. After that, if Dwaine doesn’t poop out after his San Diego 10K Mud Run on Saturday, we’re gonna hang out and cook. “You can come over and prod what’s left of me with a stick after the mud run,” was how he put it.

Mr. W is already in Vegas with his kidlets. They’ll be back Sunday. I’d planned to give his son this cool gadget as his graduation gift, but it turned out you can only get this online, so I ordered it today. Now it’s gonna end up being more of a birthday present than a graduation present, his birthday being only 2 days before my own. Oh yeah. Mr. W, if you’re reading this before I give your son his graduation gadget, don’t tell him what it is! I figure this’ll come in really handy when he’s deciding whether to drive from school all the way to his mom’s house after class, or to wait out traffic at Mr. W’s house or in school. Or to take an alternate route. Here’s a review on the product.

Kids are great, aren’t they? Here’re some anecdotes my dad email-forwarded me:
WHEN MY THREE-YEAR-OLD SON OPENED THE BIRTHDAY GIFT FROM HIS GRANDMOTHER, HE DISCOVERED A WATER PISTOL.. HE SQUEALED WITH DELIGHT AND HEADED FOR THE NEAREST SINK. I WAS NOT SO PLEASED. I TURNED TO MOM AND SAID, “I’M SURPRISED AT YOU. DON’T YOU REMEMBER HOW WE USED TO DRIVE YOU CRAZY WITH WATER GUNS?”
MOM SMILED AND THEN REPLIED….. “I REMEMBER!!”

A new teacher was trying to make use of her psychology courses. She started
her class by saying, “Everyone who thinks they’re stupid, stand up!”
After a few seconds, Little Davie stood up. The teacher said, “Do you think
you’re stupid, Little Davie?”
“No, ma’am, but I hate to see you standing there all by yourself!”