So Jill just walked over to Jack’s cubicle at work:
Jill: “Here, I bought you a bag of gummy bears.”
Jack: “Gummy bears? Why? I’m eating carrots…”
Jill: “I know, but you should eat these gummy bears instead.”
Jack: “But I’m on a health kick.”
Jill: “Yes, and it is loud. Doc review is bad enough without the crunch and munch. Here, the gummy bears are delish, I promise.”
Photo: Matt Schwartz.
This week’s boomkat list!
I am so glad that the cover for my kitschy Ikea sofa is machine washable…
Harley doesn’t run around the apartment because prefers lounging about with chew toys. This is usually nice, but I (for whatever reason) decided to mess with the status quo and be playful…
So I walked into the dining room and crouched down on all fours, then called Harley over…and hilarity ensued.
I had that stance that dogs take when they are about to jump (see picture here).
This was an extremely bad idea, because what does Harley do when he sees me? He barks, runs back into the living room, jumps on the sofa, and STARTS PEEING!
What the hell….
And then of course, I was crabby, and he was crabby because I was crabby…and an hour of laundry ensued…
Jill made a surprise visit to the apartment today.
Jill: “OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT SMELL?”
Me: “What?”
Jill: “ Why does it smell like that? Ugh, what is that?”
Me: “I just finished mopping with febreeze water… you’re not overwhelmed by freshness?”
Jill: “I’m overwhelmed, but not by freshness. I feel like someone tossed me into Martha Stewart’s dryer or something… ugh. This is truly horrible.”
Gibs and I walked Harley last night. We are crossing a street when Harley stops in the middle of the street:
Me: “What is in his mouth?”
Gibs: “Oh, it’s probably just a piece of bark…”
Me: “No, I think it’s a DEAD ANIMAL!”
Gibs: “But it’s so dark and flat.”
Me: “Maybe you’re right…”
Gibs searches his pockets for his cellphone and I search my pockets for a doggy bag. I’m using the doggy bag to remove the thing from Harley’s mouth when Gibs uses his cellphone to shine some light on the thing:
Me: “IT’S A SQUIRREL!”
Gibs: “A squirrel?”
Me: “A pancaked, run-over squirrel! That is disgusting! Remind me not to let him lick the squirrel juices on me later, because I’m going to forget...”
I chuck the squirrel-cake in the bushes and we keep walking.
Later that night we are walking up Nicollet Avenue when we see this guy stumbling towards us. The guy is in his 20’s, has a big frizzy ponytail, and is high out of his mind. So of course Friz wants to meet the dog.
Friz: “Can I pet your doggy?!”
Gibs is giving me the “WHAT THE HECK/OH MY GOD/DON’T YOU DARE” look.
Me: “Sure.”
Friz falls to the floor, grabs Harley’s face, and starts cooing and kissing him. Gibs and I exchange a “Is this guy serious?” look.
Friz then lets Harley lick all over his face.
Me (to Gibs): “Are you thinking about the squirrel too? Muhahaha…”
Friz then gets a little too comfortable with Harley. He gives him a full body hug, and then tries to PICK HIM UP.
Gibs’s face says: “WHAT WHAT WHAT?”
Harley’s face says: “Um…thou did not.”
Friz stumbles back and drops Harley. Harley walks away like, “No, fool, you are done.”
Friz: “Come back!”
Harley gives him the “bitch please” look and we keep walking.1
1 Gibs thought it was crazy that I let Friz pet the dog, but I explained that the dead-squirrel-licking made it totally worth it. Also, I trust that a bullmastiff will let someone know when they cross the line…
I’m not a neat freak per-se, but clutter does hurt my ability to concentrate.
I finished moving the rest of my things out of the fraternity house this afternoon. The only problem is that my apartment is now on the Lindsay Lohan level. There are boxes everywhere, and it’s just, well, sad.1
In fact, my apartment was so bad that I fled to work…but after 8 hours I realized that I have to go back sometime…
So tomorrow I’m taking on all of the clutter. Clean house style. I may even tape a flower to my head and pretend that I have gap teeth to show that I’m serious.
I will be unpacked and organized by noon and it will be glorious because it signify2 being legitimately “moved into my first apartment.”
Full report to come. We’ll see how this goes…
1 Actually, it’s worse than sad because I had to dump some boxes of unpacked shitkram onto the floor in order to use the boxes today.
2 Kinda feels like I’m shoving myself into adulthood… cleaning the apartment isn’t this significant all the time! (assuming “without deciding” that it is significant now…)
Most dogs have a habit of kicking their hind legs to cover up their business.1 But my dog has a habit of kicking his business.
So I’m standing on the corner of my street, texting.
Harley finishes his business, and I am not paying attention so I don’t catch him before he starts to kick his back legs and launches his business into the air.
Poo flies everywhere. I hear screaming from around the corner:
Mel: “WHAT WHAT WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? IS THAT SHIT? WHO IS THROWING SHIT?!”
Mel turns the corner and glares at me. Molly is sporting her standard uniform of daisy dukes, flip flops, dirty white tank top, and the overstuffed Cub grocery bag…and she is livid.
Mel: “Why, it’s that BIG ASS DOG again! And he throws shit now!
Mel (talking to the dog): “You think throwing shit is funny? THROWING YO SHIT AT PEOPLE DOG! YOU CANNOT DO THAT! You’re exactly what’s wrong with this country. YOU ARE A TERRORIST! TERRORIST!”
Harley walks towards Molly and she storms off screaming “terrorist.”
I exchange wtf-looks with the Somali men at the bus stop and keep it moving…
About ten minutes later I’m near Loring Park, texting again, and not paying attention to the crazy she-mullet approaching.
This lady had a fountain of spiky 80’s hair with an extra long rat tail. I really suspect she fluffed out a dead cat and decided to wear it as a headpiece, but maybe she just wants to bring back 80’s Tina Turner.
Tina: “Is that dog named Caesar?!”
Me: “Uh… no. He is not named Caesar.”
Tina: “Are you sure?”
Me: “Quite.”
Tina (bending down to pet): “Oh, well, I see a couple walking a dog like this all the time, and their dog is named Caesar!”
The full line of questioning and cooing followed – how old is he? Oh what a sweet dog! Is he mixed with anything? What a cute baby! Yes you are! How is his temperament? Oooh gimme kisses!
I almost felt like telling her about the poo flinging incident but didn’t want to prolong the Vh1 flashback.
We get away from Tina and turn the corner. We near the 19 Bar when a short stocky guy walks out from the bar’s parking lot. He reminds me of Buzz Lightyear, minus the cool costume.
Buzz: “Cute dog.”
Me: “Thank you.”
I start to wonder if Buzz is cute or not when Buzz’s cologne hits me. Actually, the cologne doesn’t just hit me, but it punches me in the gut, drags me around the corner, and then waterboards me. That’s how bad it was.
Buzz: “Are you okay?”
Me (gagging and wincing): “Oh, I’m fine. Have a nice day.”
Buzz looks at me like, “freak.” And prances into the bar. Buzz’s toxic cloud2 followed.
I hope tomorrow’s walk around Calhoun is less eventful.
1 Yes, this post starts with dog poop. Welcome to 1L summer!
2 And I swear my clothes smell of whatever cologne he showered in. He’s wearing it for the entire bar…my goodness.
I had a dream last night about petitioning.
I am at work and Jill walks in. Jill looks extremely tired and distraught. She plops her bag down and sits in the cubicle next to mine:
Jill: “Did you start petitioning yet?”
Me: “I pick my packet up tomorrow. How is it going?”
Jill: “I just finished reading all of the materials.”
Me: “How long did it take you?”
Jill: “Two days.”
Me: “Eek, how long is the petition?”
Jill: “964 pages.”
I woke up, walked the dog, and decided that if the petition was under 964 pages then it wouldn’t be that bad – and I was right – the petition is a third of that length…
I’m letting my 100-pound, drooling, farting, slobbering dog sleep in my bed tonight.
I was at work for about 12 hours and then got stuck in traffic – at 11pm – for about a half hour.1
Meanwhile back at the ranch: Harley was sitting in the kennel.
I fully expected him to bite me when I got home, but he just wagged his tail and then went to the kitchen to eat.
My goodness…
1 This was 35W, which is Minneapolis’s answer to Miami’s Palmetto (ie, the huge highway that always seems to be under construction. Tonight they narrowed the highway to 2 lanes. Traffic is backed up for miles.
I think this is what they call closure.
So much happened spring semester. I started the semester in this weird place between college and “adulthood” – buses, cafes, living in a frat house in the UMN student village –shuffling to school through snow and ice…
And then things changed, very quickly.
I moved into my first apartment, got my first car loan, a dog, my first legal-field job…and, and, and…
Where I am right now is closer to how imagined law school during my senior year of college actually.
My career counselor at the law school asked me if I thought the blog will ruin my chances of getting hired at a prestigious law firm. I’m really not worried about it. If ATL can recognize that most of my posts are mundane, then so will most employers.
They’ll probably appreciate the full disclosure and trust I won’t share the dog stories with the clients, or the client’s stories with my readers.
This summer I’m working, petitioning, taking classes, and training the MTC marathon. We’ll see how this goes…
And as promised, an outline of my 1L spring semester is after the jump.
I’ll parrot what I wrote for the fall outline:
This will hopefully provide an overview of the year and make my archives more accessible. The bullet points are linked to posts. This outline is not exhaustive, but hits the highlights of the year.
Blogging is a cumulative thing. And times like this, it is awesome to have a blog because I just finished my first year of law school and I have a record of my year. I forgot about most of the things I wrote about, and it’s nice to have a record somewhere.
So yes, I’m sitting here with a diet A&W and paging1 through my archives (cue the Wonder Years theme song) and I must say, my first year of law school was an extremely fun and hilarious experience.
An outline of fall semester is after the jump. The bullet points are linked to posts. This will hopefully provide an overview of the year and make my archives more accessible. This outline is not exhaustive, but hits the highlights of the year.
I finished my last exam today so of course I sped home – windows down, bass up, dancing in my car…
I skidded onto my block and was parallel parking when this old Somali man1 crossed the street and waved his cane at my car.
Gramps: “WHY IS YOUR MUSIC SO LOUD?”
Me: “Que what now?”
Gramps: “Why do you have to play your music so loud?!”
Me: “Oh, I just finished my last final so I’m going to be obnoxious for the rest of the day.”
Gramps sizes he up, determines that I’m quite serious2 and then says,
Gramps: “Okay. But if I catch you blasting your music tomorrow I will beat you with my cane.”
Me: “Deal!”
1 In full cultural costume too. We keep it authentic in Minnesota…
2 And nuts…
A lot of you 0Ls have graduated and want to get a head start on law school.1
Not buying the “relax read a novel” advice? Fine.
Here are the top 5 things you can do this summer to prepare for law school:
1. Figure out your purpose
The answer to these questions is extremely important. Law students who have a clearly defined purpose for being in law school are infinitely less anxiety-prone than those who are simply wandering through the halls ala legally blonde.
The guy who doesn’t know why he’s in law school is the same guy who overcompensates in class and alienates his peers – or worse, cries and drinks in his study carrel at night. And yes, there are people who do that…
Law school grades are curved, but the measure of success in law school is how well are you progressing towards your goals – not your neighbor’s goals. And if you’re going to law school simply for money or prestige then you should probably take the GMAT because we really don’t want to read about you on ATL.
Having trouble articulating your purpose? A helpful exercise is to visualize where want to be in 10 years. Where are you working? How do you look? Who is around you? Do you want to work with a lot paper or a lot of people? Court room drama or board room drama? How much free time do you need to be happy?
Then make three lists:
Keep these lists somewhere conspicuous and look them over every day.
2. Upgrade yourself.
I recommend two books.
” by Ann Demarais and Valerie WhiteFind one or two people in your life that you look up to and ask them what personality traits you can improve. Yes, this will be completely awkward, but find someone you trust to give you constructive feedback (professor, boss). The benefit to this is worth more than the 10 minutes of awkward.
Also spend some time thinking how other people view you, and your personality.3
Three quick tips:
3. Find your joy, and figure out your non-negotiables.
If you aren’t a joyous, centered person before you get to law school then you’re in for three miserable years, if you last that long…
Look back to the lists from tip #1, and also think about the behaviors that do/don’t work for you right now. Do you get enough sleep? Do you exercise enough? Is religion important to you? How about family? Shopping?
Make a list of non-negotiables. These are the really important things that you will schedule law school around. Do you need 8 hours of sleep? Do you need 45 minutes of stairclimber time to fend off that second chin?
Try to put this list into practice this summer. Hint: if you can’t keep up your non-negotiables schedule during the summer, then it’s not going to work for the school year – revise as needed. The purpose of this is keep you centered, not drive you crazy…
4. Start your file.
Sign up for a Google Plus account to save all of the useful tips you come across online. G+ is a great way to save links for later…like in the fall, when you actually need them…
5. Make some money
Are you just sitting around this summer? Think about getting a job. Law school is expensive and loans do not cover everything.
Hint: if you’re moving for law school then a summer job at Target or Ikea is a good way to get discounts for stuff that you have to buy in a few months anyway…
1 I’ve somehow become a 0L favorite…
2 Law school is a wonderful experience, but not the time to “figure yourself out.” What’s what undergrad was for.
3 And I’m not talking about what they think about your shoes, bag, or car. This isn’t high school…
4 In fact, you will be shocked by how plain law students are. The hotties are getting MBAs. The law school frump is more likely to be prejudiced against attractive people…
The food poisoning has not gotten better…at all.
But there are clothes to be washed, a dog to be walked, and Erie analysis to be relearned.
Now I usually look proper. Not slovenly, not stinky, etc. But I figured that it was okay to look a hot mess for at least one day since I’ve been studying civpro with a stomach1 verging on 1.5.
So, I’m in the stairwell, wrestling Harley in one hand, and carrying a fist full of stinky socks that I wanted to add to the laundry…and of course I run into Mr. Big.
Mr. Big is the smooth upstairs neighbor. Think Hugh Jackman with a deep Barry White voice. Oh my goodness… Mr. Big also has a pissy boxer dog, who I call Bitch Boxer, or BeeBee.
Mr. Big was walking BeeBee so, BeeBee and Harley had to do the obligatory crotch inspection. Mr. Big started talking when Beebee was all up in Harley’s nether regions:
Mr. Big: “Has your dog gotten any bigger?”
Me: “Oh, he’s filled out but he’s full grown.”
Mr. Big: “Oh, I thought you said3 he was going to get much bigger…”
Me: “Oh…erm… well he was underweight when I got him, but I want him to get obese so…”
Just then BeeBee completely snapped4 at Harley and almost bit his face off. Harley bounced back, and Mr. Big and I were both shouting at our dogs and attempting to pass each other in the stairwell. It felt like a bar brawl and ended with Harley and I tumbling down the stairs….
On the continuum of “bad interactions with hot neighbors” this was somewhere in between inappropriate hallway flatulence and my dog mauling the neighbor… but at least I didn’t drop any dirty socks!
1 Oh yes, I went there…but it’s part of the story.
2 As Kimora Lee Simmons always says, “Dress like you’re going to meet your worst enemy.”
3 Apparently Mr. Big remembered my description of American Mastiffs… which Harley isn’t…oops.
4 Out of the 100 or so dogs he’s met, I’ve never seen him snap back at a dog. Beebee is special.
Dear Cheeky Third Grader from the elementary school down the block:
I apologize for threatening to sic Michael Jackson on you. Turns out that you were right! My dog is a Bullmastiff, and not an American Mastiff as I previously thought.
Although it’s easy to mistake him for an American Mastiff… I mean, look at that face:
He SO does not have the bitter-beer/Reese Witherspoon face like all the other Bullmastiffs!
But anyhoot, I checked his vaccination papers this weekend and sure enough it says “Bullmastiff.” This you were right, I was wrong, and I apologize.
Although I might still send Michael over since you said that my mug looks like my dog…we’ll see.
Love,
Jansen.
It has been brought to my attention (thanks Ashley) that I haven’t done a boomkat list update in a while…
Last night I was done.
I was ready to give up law school, and thinking about how to ask my boss to keep me on until I find a bartending job…
I cooked some questionable beef patties2 and just stared at my Corporations outline.
My confidence in that Corporations had been completely undermined by our midterm. Although I didn’t do horribly on the midterm, I was frustrated because I didn’t understand half of Professor M’s model answer. This hasn’t happened to me before.
There was this nebulous thing called Delaware Corporate law and I apparently didn’t get it, which is a huge problem for someone who is pursuing a business law concentration.
I also felt the undergrad business majors/MBA students in my class would ensure me a spot on top of the curve right in between to the girl who never attended class and the boy who we all suspect is clinically retarded…
In short: I was cranky.
After watching the Charlie Rose interview with Scalia I tried to get back into my Corporate law groove, if there was ever such a thing... I replayed my Corporations Final playlist and remained in my funk.
I then had an epiphany! It was as if Scalia was talking to me directly: If I was confused about Delaware Corporate law I should probably reread the DGCL statutes that were assigned!
Gasp, reading the law… what a concept! Turns out that’s all I needed to do. Problem solved!
The rest of the evening was productive and I was in bed around midnight…
I woke up around 2am because I heard thrashing and cursing. I peeked out of my bedroom window to see an obese girl in basketball shorts throwing rocks at downstairs neighbor’s window.2 From what I could gather from Ms. Pillsbury’s screams, it seems like downstairs Neighbor kicked her out, and she was upset.
I ignored Ms. Pillsbury and went back to bed.
When my alarm clock woke me up this morning I had to over my mouth to keep myself from yarking all over my bed. That suspect beef patty I had for dinner was officially past its prime. I was nauseous for the majority of the morning….
I walked the dog and lugged myself to school, hoping that my face wasn’t green.
I felt better once the final started. The final was not bad at all. Professor M promised a “standard law school exam” and that’s what he delivered.
But, of course all of the statutes I had lovingly relearned the night before were useless. But having practically memorized the restatement of agency during last semester’s Contracts course was helpful.
After the exam, I went to the Gamma house and packed up more of my things.3
I boxed as much as I could and then drove to UPS. My mother bought me three bookshelves and a …desk/dining table/I don’t know what it’s going to be.
My car was so packed that it felt like driving a Jenga box home.
It took 8 trips to get everything into the apartment.
Harley and I then worked on our flying lessons at the park: there’s a large, steep staircase at the park with a smooth bike ramp]. The stairs are a little too steep for Harley to walk comfortably, so he decided to walk on the smooth bike ramp.
Of course my dog is WAY TOO HEAVY to do that, and with one loud yelp he started to fly down the incline, dragging me with him.
This was a sequel to Wednesday night’s flying lesson which started with the puke that was all over the hallway when I came home from work. Of course I forget about the chunk-fest and walk Harley down that staircase.
Harley, sensing something disgusting, JUST HAD TO SMELL IT. The only problem was that he was walking on the other side of the staircase, and in the process of launching towards the puke, he tripped and we both literally flew down the rest of the staircase and crashed in front of downstairs neighbor’s door.4 Oh my goodness.
Harley is exhausted from all the dog-sniffing and duck chasing at the lake. I’m exhausted from my fun-yet-unnecessary foray into Delaware Corporate law.
The rest of the 1Ls are done with class and going out… I still have to take the CivPro final on Monday, and unpack the freight-disaster that is the living room, so I’m going to bed and getting an early start tomorrow…
1 Questionable as in…it was Thursday night and I had bought them on Sunday or Monday. So it wasn’t within the “cook or freeze within 48 hours” time period.
2 Which is sufficiently random to suit my apartment building.
3 I’m annoyed that I haven’t completed the move-out yet. Part of the reason I still have stuff at the Gamma house is the whole “getting shot right before finals” bit. Another reason is that my apartment building has limited street parking. Moving heavy boxes is one thing… but having to carry heavy boxes two blocks and up four flights of stairs is another.
4I scrambled up and booked it before anyone had a chance to peak into the hallway.
Jill’s top 10 moments:
10. Jill vs. Professor P.
Prof P: “Let’s see this is a very hard case… Jill let’s start with you!”
Jill (loudly): “ARGH!”
Prof P: “What was that?”
Jill : “Oh nothing!”
Prof P: “I thought I heard ‘no’, because if that’s so then I could just move on…”
Jill: “Wait, is that an option!?”
Prof P: “I wouldn’t recommend it.”
SSG Instructor: “You guys haven’t had multifactor balancing tests yet right?”
Jill: “Yeah, in legal writing last semester, but that was a disaster too…”
Professor R: “Is this an incentive for the suspect to run? Often the suspect is younger, doesn’t have heavy equipment, and hasn’t been to the doughnut shop as much…”
Jill: “There’s a middle ground! You don’t haveta shoot him! You can taser him, or beat him with a baton!”
7. Should Jill bring a catheter?
Jill: Are there any bathroom breaks during our six hour deliberations? I want to know whether I should pack a catheter …
Professor T: “So you’re eating at Café X and you crunch into a crouton, which you find out is a roach. What do you do?”
Jill: “Sign up for Fear Factor!”
Professor T: “What’s that? I’m so disadvantaged for not watching TV…”
Jill: “Oh, it’s a show where they pay people to eat bugs.”
Professor T: “And can you get paid by Café X?”
Jill: “Sure.”
Professor T: “And why are they going to pay you?”
Jill: “Because they are scared of getting sued.”
Professor T: “And what if you just saw the roach in your salad and didn’t bite into it?”
Jill: “Well, then I bite into it and then sue.”
Professor R: “I want to schedule a makeup class for April 28 at noon. Does anyone have any conflicts with this?”
Jack: “I do! I do! There is some lunch thing with potential employers on that day.”
Jill (loudly): “Don’t worry. You’re not going to get hired anyway!”
4. Sugamomma.
Professor T: “Jill, does your husband have any interest in you?”
Jill: “Besides my sugamomma status?”
Professor T: “Yes a consortium…damages.”
Jill: “But I’m irreplaceable!”
Professor T: “We all are. Well, most of us. Not all of our dogs love us…”
3. Ms. D dropped out… (a long time ago)
Professor L: “Ms. Dennel? Demmel?”
Jill: “Her name was De-mal. Sarah Demal.”
Professor L: “Yes, so Ms. Dememel? Dennel? Oh forget it! I’ll just call you Ms. D!”
(Class laughs)
Professor L: “So Ms. D…”
Jill: “Actually, I’m Jill. Jill Smith.”
Professor L: “Huh? Where’s Ms. Demmel? Is Ms. Demmel, Dannel, Dennel not here today?”
Jill: “Sarah Demal sat in front of me. She actually dropped out the first week of class…”
Professor L: “OH! That explains things! I just had a note here that she wasn’t here the last time I called on her… hm.”
Jill: “…So do you want me to answer?”
Professor L: “No. I didn’t even want to call on you! Forget it!”
(Class laughs)
Professor L: “This is literally sound and fury signifying nothing…THERE! I got a Shakespeare quote in! ”
(later)
Professor L: “Okay, let me turn to…Ms. Chang…oh, she’s not here. She didn’t drop out too right?”
Jack: “Are you looking at my rolly backpack?”
Jill: “Yes. And judging accordingly.”
Jack: “What? I got it for my birthday and I’m so excited about it.”
Jill: “That’s nice.”
Jack: “…I just got sick of carrying so much shit around. I had so many bags and I looked like a homeless person.”
Jill: “You can buy cute bags though. Note my big purse and briefcase. Or, you can try using your locker for books you don’t need.”
Jack: “And I just want my rolly backpack to be socially acceptable!”
Jill: “It never will be.”
Jill’s computer starts speaking during Professor L’s class: “CONGRATULATIONS! YOU’VE WON!” The entire class laughs.
Professor L: “I won’t even try to exercise discipline, because the embarrassment is enough. HOW EMBARRASSING!”
Jill: “Sorry…I had to buy these tickets…and…”
Professor L: “And apparently you’ve won something! I’m sure you’re not the only one who has done such a thing in class, you’re just the only one who has done it with the volume on!”
So I’m re-reading DGCL § 141 in a hospital room when the doctor knocks on the door. He comes in and I realize that I really lucked out ala Dr. Doug Ross.
Dr. Dashing: “Hello, I’m Dr. Dashing. So you got a shot in the back?”
Me: “Yep.”
Dr. Dashing: “And where were you treated for that?”
Me: “Uh…here, well, I mean, at this hospital, over yonder in the E.R.”
Dr. Dashing: “I see.”
A nerve popped up on Dr. Dashing’s forehead. He flashed the big Minnesota “I’m annoyed” smile.
Dr. Dashing: “So I’m here to take out the bullet?”
Me: “Oh, no the E.R. took that out last week. I just need my stitches taken out!”
Dr. Dashing: “They what?”
He then lost it:
Dr. Dashing: “Yeah, we have been having some internal governance problems. See, THIS is the trauma clinic. I am a trauma surgeon. THEY over there in the ER are not the trauma surgeons. You received a bullet wound in your thorax so you should have been treated here! I mean, I assume they would have called us had anything gone wrong…”
Dr. Not-so-Dashing stopped his rant when he saw the “woah there skipper…” look on my face. After partaking in a moment of awkward silence, the doctor excused himself and fetched a nurse to take out my stitches…
Okay, we get it. Everybody loves Lucy…
…but enough to have a giant statute of her in the yard?
Methinks not.
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