The Blog Formerly Known As Practical Paralegalism
Today varied from my usual show up to the law office and work at my desk all day, because I attended a continuing legal education (CLE) seminar. But not a live one. A video replay.
So I dressed for comfy cooped up in a community college classroom with a giant video screen all day. I also wore a version of the color-blocked outfit I was going to wear for Every Body Every Wear’s July 10 color block challenge, but didn’t wear because I was home sick, and who color blocks for that.
We were rolling along pretty good during the morning at the CLE. There was a giant platter of cookies and a cooler full of sodas. But I was feeling kind of peckish and elevensie, well, at like, ten. If you know me, you know I can’t miss a meal, or I’ll pass out. (That may be slight hyperbole for literary effect but only slight.)
So when LATE lunch (12:15) time rolls around, and one of the attendees stands up and says, “Hey, why don’t we just skip lunch, take a 15-minute break, and keep on keepin’ on,” I expected mutiny. Nope. Which left me stranded on a community college campus with only a $10 bill that none of the vending machines would take. (Please see my Twitter stream @expertparalegal if you want my
whining contemporaneous account of this horrid turn of events, with a pic.)
Thank God for the campus bookstore. Because that’s where everyone wants to eat, and why don’t I just start grabbing lunch there every day.
There were three pitiful looking sandwiches left, but the bookstore happily accepts tenners. So I didn’t get to pass out in protest of the lunch veto, but ugh, that was the worst vending machine sandwich ever. EVER.
Which brings me to the reason I’m including the shot of me wearing my striped blazer from the Loft Outlet, with the Plant-tone bag conspicuously in the frame – to remind me that when I was getting ready to leave for the CLE, I found the bag being used as a paperweight for a note from my neighbor.
“FYI. Your cat puked in the parking spot out front.”
It’s almost like the cat was getting me ready for no lunch today. (Dear Hubby’s outside-cat-before-we-married, Tux, not Sasha Jane. See below.)
Speaking of cats, this is my greatest fashion challenge these days. Sasha Jane loves it when I get dressed, because that means it’s play time, right?
After she uses your skinny jeans as a scratching post, she looks like this so you won’t kill her: