I am friends at school with a cute girl from the South. She is not in my section, but her locker is near mine, and sometimes we ride the T home together.
The other night she was telling me that she wasn’t going home. She had to go panty shopping (imagine someone with a cute Southern accent saying this.)
Why? I asked. Are you trying to avoid laundry?
No. No. All her laundry was done, she assured me, it was just…someone might see them.
Gentle reader, once upon a time, I would have known new panties meant a new love. Now I think you are trying to get out of your housework.
At any rate, its nearing finals, and blogging will probably be light for the next few weeks. Leaseholds and fee simple estates are hurling towards me at an alarming velocity. I have real covenants to explore and the Erie doctrine to digest. I must get over my moral objection to the Hand formula and learn to apply it.
To those taking finals..good luck. And Good luck to those who are TTC.
I will check in as often as I can. After my finals, my family is going to P-town for a week. And then my super three day a week intern starts. I can’t wait.