The Dad Tree

Two years ago, when we moved into our new house, my dad bought us a tree. It's a little Japanese weeping cherry. Brandon and I watered that little sucker faithfully the first summer until it grew strong roots and was able to get water on its own.

Now my "Dad Tree" is in bloom.

There is something about this tree that makes me smile. I don't get to see my dad enough. My tree reminds me that he loves me.

Doogie Howser of law?

Last night, Brandon and I went bowling (it's a new thing for us), and I had high score (which wasn't high by any stretch of the imagination. Anyway, go me!

We decided to stop by a local restaurant for a bite to eat, and were seated fairly close to the table beside us.

I knew when I saw this woman, we were going to be in for something. She was over-tanned, wearing a lot of gaudy gold jewelry, loud, and well...looked cheap. Her boyfriend made a comment to the couple sitting next to them that she never shuts up. She never did.

I was generally annoyed having to listen to her life story while I'm trying to have a nice dinner with my husband, and I asked the waiter (who we know) for our check because she was driving me insane.

Then I hear, "I'm an attorney" and I'm like [:|] There is no way this lady is an attorney. Brandon thought I was just being judgmental, but the more she talked, name dropped, and didn't really mention what she did or anything I had the feeling she was either a legal secretary or a paralegal or maybe none of the above.

So, just as we are giving the check back to the waiter, she says, "Yeah, I've been practicing law since I was 17." ooooookaaaaay.

Either she's full of shit, or she's the Doogie Howser of law. You decide.