The invitation

Yeah, so I got invited to jury duty.

Or as Cooper said when he read it out loud, "I am Herbie Sim-owned" which is also known as "hereby summoned".

There are apparently ways to be excused. Because the invitation even came with a little list.

Eighteen years or older, US citizen - ok, check check - no loophole there.

Convicted of a felony? Nope.

Convicted of an "infamous offense"? Aahhhhaaaa....So I ask the Captain for more details on this as I'm SURE I have been a party to an infamous offense. He quickly told me that rolling a yard did not count. Humph. I'm thinking I still may need to follow up on this...

Physical condition? No way out there.

That's when I saw it.

I'm going to try to use the “mental issues which may prevent a potential juror from serving”, but apparently it might take a real MD to diagnose that, not just one’s husband and a few close friends...

Connie said it might be either good or bad my last name begins with a “W”. Also, "Doesn’t it matter that you are a policeman’s wife??? I would think your logic is skewed as to criminals." She's got a point.

So next week I'll spend most of Wednesday sitting down at the convention center.

It's at least good for a few things:

Catching up on my book, people watching, blog fodder.

Stay tuned.

And, oh my word people, it's March 1st.

So Rabbit Rabbit and all that stuff.