I got myself a beautiful, healthy new niece last Wednesday, and I could not be more proud of my sister and her husband for taking this on. They haven't even been married a year yet - they tried right away as they were nearing 40, and Fertile Myrtle over here had a GIRL via a tough c-section on September 3rd. That'll be my favorite day for quite a while. I haven't met her yet, but she shares my sister's name (they are using the diminutive of it for the baby) and does nothing but eat my sister's boobs.
This week I get away from crazy intern - I shouted at her on Friday. Wait, wait, hear my side. She's been getting an attitude on our office manager, who I love, and she was in the hallway performatively bragging about her law school grades while I am trying to close ALL of my files and make memos on them for my successor. I came out of my office and said "You need to keep it down." Bitch GOT IN MY FACE with finger pointed and said "You know what little girl?" I don't know what she was going to say because I spun around, went into my office, and slammed the door. Finally, the senior attorney promises he'll talk to her about acting professional. But of course I have to flip out in the process, making me look even more awesome. Whatever. I'm going to file a complaint on the judge, I'm talking to a mentor about what to do regarding my boss, who is not zealous enough and is neglecting his duty as a public defender. I want to turn him in to the state council. My new office doesn't take shit from judges so I hardly think they'd be miffed.
Meanwhile, Mr. McCoy just left via plane after bringing down another one of his cars. Next weekend is the big move. Right now I'm drinking white wine (I know, I know) and trying to neaten up the place. Soooo much to do to make this tiny little house livable for 2 people. For all intents and purposes, we'll be married next weekend, warts and all. I have waited for him to come around and be the partner I need for over two years. It's here. I get to be with him at the end of the day. I'm thrilled.
Some pop music featuring men and women singing together dramatically, songs which do not fit the tone of this post at all:
ETA: Some sheriff's deputy thinks he can use the word "coloreds" in a private conversation with me and never have anyone find out? Joke about beating and tasing my clients? HA HA HA. Joke's on you, asshole. You've been demoted once and I'm going to try to get you fucking fired. As George Costanza put it, FLAME ON!