It's a momentous day at the Sharpe house. Jay reported for Jury Duty this morning. Bless him, in his own words, he's "waited for this day for decades". I myself, have had Jury Duty 6 times and cannot understand anyone wanting to do it. To me, it's a week long prison sentence. The only upside is the hours of reading I get to catch up on, but it's just so uncomfortable in those horrid chairs and all the chit-chat.
Last night I answered about a hundred questions about the parking deck, the room you sit in, lunch breaks, etc. And then there was a whole deal about what magazines he should take. He decided against taking his new NRA magazine "just in case".
He sent me several texts throughout the day just letting me know that he had just been sitting in that room waiting to get called up, was back from a 2 hour lunch, blah, blah, blah. Then I got the text where he had hit the mother-load. He got called up for a capital murder case. I couldn't tell from the text whether or not he just got called up for selection or if he actually got selected. I'll keep you posted.
As for me, it's pretty much the same ole', same ole'. I worked, I'm home, I'm doing laundry, I have about 3 loads to fold and for the love, all I want to do is watch another episode of Friday Night Lights. So, I think I will. Take it easy ya'll.