I'm not really looking forward to the long weekend. First of all, they are predicting that Hurricane Earl could make for a messy weekend here in New England. Which means of course, I'll be spending a lot of time hiding out in the cellar. Because that's where I keep my Bombay Sapphire gin. And I'm going to need it if I have to start serving two months of jury duty next Tuesday.
And not too many of you have come through for me I must say. I asked you all weeks ago the best way to get out of this federal jury duty. And yes, while some suggestions where pretty good, I don't think I will be able to find a cop to date before the end of the week because I'm sure Mariska Hargitay is very busy.
So come on people. Don't leave me with the only option I currently have swimming around in my head - wearing my Eeyore pajamas and lambie mask the day on which I have been summoned to appear. It's still summer and a bit too warm for flannel.