Bar Card

I got my bar card in the mail the other day. Granted, I had forgotten that I changed my mailing address to my PO box and never checked it, so I have no way of knowing how long it was sitting there. Regardless, I was really excited. I called my Aunt C and told her "they can't take it back now, they can't, they can't, they can't!!!" (BTW, why do so many people in my life have names that start with C? All good, so far.) It just feels more real now. Yes, I've already filed two cases of my own, but this tiny piece of plastic to carry in my wallet is what made it feel more real. Have a good night!