Did I forget to mention? No jury duty for me. Just this lousy juror tag, that was sadly unable to reach its full potential…
Why this picture? Well, I was cleaning my apartment tonight, and I found the discarded tag on top of some mail (from an etsy purchase that came all the way from sunny Sweden!) . It brought back so many memories of what could have been – I wanted j-duty SO BAD – that it instantly made me sad… until I saw that little dude on the envelope next to it. And suddenly all was good again. So I snapped a picture to share.
Also, on another totally random topic: Why do I feel compelled to clean my apartment from head to toe before leaving on a trip? It’s annoying the crap out of me, which is likely why it’s midnight and I’m just getting to the actual packing of the bag.
Martha’s Vineyard, here I come… Have I mentioned I love New England?
(Posting will be light until Monday. I’m sorry for any distress this may cause.)