Sunday Sunday Sunday...

It's a beautiful day. The sun is SHINING, the birds are singing...and where am I? In my dungeon office...alas. I'm not upset to be here, I'm actually glad for the diversion. I have jury trials tomorrow...and of course, if you've been keeping up, you realize I've only been at this job 3 weeks - and both of the folks that had cases on tomorrow's calendar are...well...they're severely injured. That leaves me.

I will have help...thank GOD...but I was here yesterday for a few hours figuring out the witnesses, talking to my girl (defendant), etc.

I am going to pick up my children in a couple hours from Daddy. Sounds like they had a fun weekend swimming and playing and today is their Mema's birthday, so they are having a little party with her this afternoon. I missed them, but MAN the time off is nice. (Of course, it's really only "time off" if you get to NOT be at work...which is where I am on this glorious Sunday afternoon...)

I still haven't been to the grocery store...correction - I went to the grocery store - our fancy new re-hauled Kroger, which has it's own Sushi chef and a Starbucks right inside (and here you thought I lived in a small town ;) ) - and, well, I've been craving sushi (real sushi, mind you - not Kroger sushi) for a couple weeks, but we don't have a good sushi establishment. Thus, I invite a friend to dinner to eat sushi Saturday night. Said friend is unavailable after all - and it's like 8pm on a Saturday night and all I've eaten all day is a handful of Nilla Wafers and a large coke and Gosh-Durn-It, I'm gonna have me some sushi...so I troll on over to the Kroger and buy me some $6 sushi (philly roll) and a bottle of Chardonnay (tee hee) and rent movies from the Movie Cube (I Now Pronounce You Chuck & Larry and Stranger Than Fiction) and head back to the house. Needless to say, it was looking to be a nice evening. However...I get home, open my pre-packaged yumminess (sushi, not wine...) and find there is NO SOY SAUCE in the little packets! I look in the fridge. Nope. No soy sauce. How the HECK can you eat a philly roll w/out soy?

So I call neighbor friend Holly - Holly has soy sauce. (When I say "neighbor" - she lives 1/4 mile down the road - but hey, I live in the boonies) - I go pick up the necessary brown nectar and she gives me some ice cold bottle of something alcoholic. It was that Smirnoff Ice stuff (Lime flavored) - MAN it was good, but I was hot and thirsty and keep in mind the Nilla Wafers had been at 3pm and it's now like 8:30...and I still had to drive the 1/4 mile back home. Anyway, I watched stranger than fiction, enjoyed my sushi (never opened the wine, though) and went to sleep...got up at 9am and made coffee, cleaned my house (a little, anyway) and now I'm back at the office...

for a minute - and then I'm SERIOUSLY headed to the grocery store. I have a list and everything. Wish me luck!