chiggity chig, chiggity chig...it's Dominic the Donkey..

I heard this song for the first time yesterday and it's been stuck in my head ever since. (We pause thse random musings for a diaper change...not mine!) And...we're on. Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen.
It's almost Thanksgiving. This is both good and bad--good because turkey with mashed potatoes and gravy makes my heart happy. Bad because it means the beginning of sending out Christmas cards. Now, I love sending Christmas cards--assuring friends and family that I love and adore them--but there's so much PRESSURE! Is it personal enough? Who did I leave out? Will they be HORRIBLY offended? We easily send out over 100 Christmas cards every year. This is INSANITY, I know, but I spent enough time in Europe to feel guilty about not being a better friend than I really am. For all the criticism they take for being snobby, I must say that I've never met with more loyalty in my LIFE. So for this reason, we send a million Christmas cards and I'm racked with guilt (which is usually what makes me give something like this up altogether!)
Let's talk about jury duty. I had some and it was pretty crappy. I studied Criminal Justice! I should have loved it. In some ways, that made it all the more unbearable. I was confident I would get out of it due to the nature of the case and some pretty interesting family history that I'm consistently amazed I survived, but alas. The smarmy defendent actually leaned over and talked to his lawyer pointing at me and nodding his head. Apparently he had the kind of lawyer who valued his client's opinion (shocking in and of itself) and I was impanelled. I'd like to introduce you to juror #2. Lucky me. I must say it was both frustrating and amusing because the prosecution really didn't have a case and that was blaringly obvious to everyone. Especially the prosecuting attorney who was bon-beh'ing like she was on trial. Poor friend. We got all the way through the case and, after the testimony of 2 highway patrol officers who destroyed any case she may have had by inexperience and ego, she decided to drop the charges if he pled guilty to--get this--driving without a seatbelt. Nice work, friend. Way to go out and get the bad guys.
It appears that Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise are getting married this weekend. (This came to me when I typed the word "smarmy" above.) They say 3rd time's a charm, but does that apply to gay men who marry women? I don't think it does. And is he a midget or does he just have a fascination with women who have to stoop down to kiss him? Help me understand...never mind. I don't want to. Another future single mother...at least she'll have child support to fall back on. I give it 18 months.