This weekend, I was plucking dead chickens. (OK, my husband and friends were plucking dead chickens. My arms were full of sleeping baby, but, you know, I was close enough to smell it.) Today, I was two chairs from the podium at the United States Supreme Court, close enough to admire Sonia Sotomayor's eyeglasses and glare at Justice Alito.
My life is so weird, you guys--so completely weird.
(These cases. Yes, I was there for the defendants. No, please, please I don't want to debate the merits or lack thereof of the death penalty any more today. Even God got a break.)
I could say a lot, but the countdown of hours and seconds until I get to kiss my sleeping babies is completely preoccupying me. Plus it took me fifteen minutes to write that last sentence, so I think I may be tired.
Yay for the Constitution. Goodnight.