I have to go to court tomorrow, oh joy. It's going to be a trial, I just hope it will be a court trial, not a jury trial, been there, done that. It got to the point that I didn't find triple murder trials interesting, so a simple 2nd degree assault case will be a real yawner. I could always start trouble at the scanners at the main entrance of the courthouse, that has possibilities. I could demand to see Matlock, refuse to stop yelling his name. Or I could do it like I lived my entire life, get in, get out unnoticed, hoping not to run into anyone, except the guys from the sheriff's office. I do like the Matlock scenario. It reminds me of the time a friend flipped over the railing, drunk at the stadium. While waiting to see the doctor, he kept yelling for Quincy, good times!
The boy got his senior pictures, he looks like a man. He looks nothing at all like me, I'm thinking of asking for a blood test. Even if he was the wrong baby at the hospital, at least he's a good looking bloke, couldn't handle ugly kids.
Played the girl in Wii table tennis return challenge. I think I got hustled? I was a whompin and a stompin my way through the game. She was complaining she never did that badly, I told her to suffer, take it like a man, just like when she was 3 and I beat her little ass in shoots and ladders. She says, one more game, champion of all time, and proceeds to knock me back into the 1950's! Game on, I must break her!
Cleaned up the patio today, all the things the mulch dudes picked up from the yard, and we put there from closing the pool. We are shit accumulators, I've decided that, just this afternoon really. We had everything but a one armed monkey and a shot glass out there. Got to work on putting things away when we're finished with them.