Up early for court.
For future reference: don't bother getting to court
early.
Drugstore for hideous bunnies. Home to nap. Cat thinks it is biting time.
I eat a decent lunch on the way to work, which is an accomplishment. Crumbs in my lap and all is well. Today is weird Catherine's last day and I am afraid the joy radiating from me may offend her.
Eight-year-old Erin catches me in the bathroom licking my hands. My hands smelled all lunchy - there was no soap - I had just eaten an Altoid . . . I try to explain; she gives me one look and leaves the room.
There are free tattoos! in the bottom of the giant box of cookies!! I take them before the kids see them. Sadly the tattoos seem to have nothing to do with cookies.
I say something silly to cheer up Katie P. which falls flat as I knew it would. Later I pay for it when Katherine G. asks me solemnly, quietly, "Do you really think I'm a poop head?"
I learn how to make friendship bracelets, which I missed somehow when I was in fourth grade. I manage to escape work without surrendering my phone number to weird Catherine, and count the day as a victory.