Random Scrap & Rabbit Trails

I got summoned to jury duty. It isn't perjury to lie on that form you have to fill out, is it?

I think maybe I told them I was disabled...and had fifteen children.

Can I wear my cowboy boots in a courtroom? And my cowboy hat?

Can I blog about it?!

I'm thinking they don't need me in a courtroom.
I don't think I could contain myself.

Sometimes at work our database moves soooo slow that I want to scream
and pull my hair out in frustration...

but I actually work with someone who lost all her hair (rather mysteriously)
so that seems insensitive of me to say that.

But really, maybe, out of everyone, she might understand the best.

I really wouldn't look good bald.

My husband let our 7 yr old see some scary movie,
and now Remy won't go into a room alone.

I've tried to explain that monsters aren't real.
But Remy isn't buying it.

I think I have a solution.
I'm going to tear down all our walls so our house is just one big room.

Yeah, that'll work...I'm sure our landlord won't mind.