As I was going to bed tonight, I had a strange feeling come over me. I feel…happy.
I kept trying to talk myself out of it.
I don’t have a job. In fact, I am fairly convinced I am going to be the legal housewife after law school. I’ll declutter. I’ll blog. Maybe I will homeschool. My children will down load briefs from Oyez.
I have a Moot Court brief that needs to be written this week, and I haven’t even started. I haven’t read a single case.
And my Evidence professor decided to spring a mid-term on us. It’s a pop mid-term, so I won’t even start my Moot Court brief until after Tuesday.
And yet, I was looking at my dog tonight. I remember when we first met her. We really needed a new couch, but we decided to get her instead, because we are like that. When we went to meet her, she was only two months old. She looked like a rat. The breeder made us put down a big deposit on her. All I could think was, “She better get cute for that kind of money.”
And look, she’s super cute now….
And so is our boy….
This is Jen and I (Jen is the one in glasses)…