Snatched from the jaws of…

...something unpleasant and relatively toothless, but necessary. By the very slimmest of margins I have escaped serving on a trial. A truly wonderful thing for me. Not so good for Mr. Not Guilty of 13 counts of kidnapping, assault, extortion and impersonating a police officer. It would have been an interesting defense, I'm sure. I'm just as happy to not know the gory details. (Mr. Text Messaging, who attended a party at which the prosecutor was present, was excused first thing this morning. Louse. The cardiac specialist was still stranded when I left. The universe is strange.) Thank you to the LA Metro Bus line for a delightful and stress-free commute. As if being released from jury duty was not a glorious enough experience for one day, the Socks that Rock 2007 club box was on the step when I got home. In the middle of the day. Alone. So I could indulge in the wonderful woolenness and craftsy pleasure of its contents totally uninterrupted for over an hour. With a beer. Life, is good. At some point in the not too distant future I will post a photo of the most incredibly cute key fob ever (once I figure out how, and negotiate with my SysGuy for write priveledges on the precious linux box). It is destined to be the only thing I will have ever hung from my rear view mirror. I will be true to the opal sock until completion; I already have too many ufo's circling the airport that is my nimble fingers. I will, however, lovingly hand roll a luscious ball of monsoon this evening. Kinky, no? I got to pick up my kids after school in the normal fashion, and in celebration we went out for ice cream. They were flabbergasted at my extravagance. Usually, after school snack nagging is only good for an apple and/or a cheese stick from the self-serve drawer in the fridge (formerly known as "the rotter"). What can I say, sometimes I'm a rebel. This momming thing is really hard. I'd much prefer to spend every afternoon curled around giant bowls of ice cream, watching cartoons till their Dad gets home from work. They'll have to wait to get in that habit when they get their own apartments, just like I did. Hopefully, by then I can remember how.