Because what happens at night is not nearly as important as what's said about it the next morning.
posted by Brunch Bird at Friday, September 15, 2006
Are you kidding me? You won't have to go to work!! Entre nous, that's not such a bad thing... ME
Anon (wink wink)- Ha! Good point. Now if I could only land myself on some fancy grand jury...
Two thoughts: jury duty could be more easily accepted if I knew I were coming home to that gorgeous granite countertop (I'm assuming that IS at home?)Second: call me grim or morbid, but I got a kick out being on the jury I was chosen for. It was a murder case, and I eventually had to do things like convince my 11 cohorts that despite having watched countless hours of CSI, we were NOT qualified to deduce anything from the blood spatter patterns in the crime photos...
"Jury Service: It's For You"? Man, that's just mean. I can almost hear the summons people laughing as they print those things. But then, considering what their existence must be like, if I were them I might look forward to ruining other people's days, too.Hey, if you're lucky, maybe you'll get sequestered! Then it's like camp, just without all the outdoorsy fun. And s'mores. But you do get indoor plumbing at least. So there's an upside.
By the way, re: entre nous - am I the only one who can't hear that phrase without having Bueller flashbacks? Just checking.Frye? Frye? Frye?....
I -- ME --don't really say entre nous!! OMG. It was a little joke. I was making fun of somebody ELSE. I swear. Thank God for anonymity.
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