We don't have heat in my house. Yes, I know, I can hear the roar of moans and groans saying that I should count my lucky freaking stars that I'm in Southern California. Sure. Okay. I get it.
While in law school, I remember dreading the idea of driving anywhere in the snow, especially since I lived on a hill and my ghetto city only had 2 snow ploughs and seemed to do my street last. I hated piling on a shirt, sweater, jacket, gloves, hat, scarf (or multiple scarves), snow boots, etc. just to get some freaking milk. I hated having to kick my boots together just to get back into my car. I hated scraping and brushing the snow and ice off my windshield. Why did I choose to live in CA? If this doesn't tell you, I don't know what would.
Anyway, I get that it is WAY colder in many other regions of our great nation. But most of them have heat.
We haven't had heat in my house in years. And I'm currently sleeping with a sheet, a thermal cotton blanket, a thick fleece blanket, AND a comforter but am still cold. It's getting into the low 40's at night. And for a girl who has no heat, sh*tty windows (that were original to the house built in the 50's), and old insulation, it's damn cold.
The upside is that the gorgeous 2 dozen white rose bouquet that my boss bought me for the "I passed the Bar, beeyoches!" celebration will keep nicely in here. Hell, they'll probably last longer in the ice box that is my bedroom than they would in my office.
Also, I checked my name on the state bar's site. They transposed 2 letters of my name and got my phone number wrong. It's a good thing I typed the card instead of using handwriting! Who knows what else might have been wrong!?!? I called, and they asked for my bar number. It was the first time I ever gave it, and it was to correct sloppy mistakes made by the bar itself. It was still a proud and kinda cool moment. It's official. I'm a LAWYER!
Off to have some fun! Have a fabulous and safe weekend!
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