Taking flight (though maybe we could have gotten away with a drive).

October 6, 2015

One of the perks of working where we do is that Jeff and I have all these neat opportunities for fun family outings. He was able to score us some tickets to ride on the historic Flagship Detroit, a DC-3 a local aviation club has restored. It’s not painted to look like the Flagship Detroit, it is the actual plane, fully restored and functional. (I was really hoping the “fully functional” part was accurate.) I mean, my grandmother is older than the plane, but just.

(c) AlabamaAviatorSo that’s why we all woke up way earlier than anyone should on a Sunday and piled out to Jeff’s airport, where he drove us around in his work truck. His giant F-350 that had the Xman in raptures. “I LIKE YOU TRUCK, DADDY!” “DAD! I LIKE YOU TRUCK!” “IT’S REAL BIG, DAD!” Jeff joked that he could have just let us sleep in and driven the Xman around the block a few times…and he wasn’t wrong!

But the real deal was still pretty cool. The club president was someone I used to work with, ages ago, an unexpected surprise because then I got to show off all my connections with that hottie Mr. Bigshot I’m dating. The four-year-old was busy being four (the nerve) while we waited to get the show on the road, and Gracie may have gone through an entire box of tissues because of her stupid allergies, but I got champagne when we climbed aboard, so that was alright.


And then the club president found a captain’s hat for the kids (and, um, all the grown-ups) to take pictures with and talked about the historical significance of the aircraft and showed off the seat where Eleanor Roosevelt once sat. (No joke, that was Gracie’s favorite part. I thought she was going to lick the seat.)


It was pretty awesome. The girls loved knowing that not just anyone got to ride on the DC-3, and the Xman liked that it was a plane that make loud engine noises (but not so much that he didn’t get to see his grandma and grandpa at the end). It was a fun Sunday morning family outing and just what we needed after an entire month of All Moving, All The Time. Though I do blame the early start for the rest of the day-drinking. Ahem.

It’s okay; I probably don’t need that eye.

October 5, 2015

My day is now officially derailed, and all because of my stupid eye.

Yesterday afternoon I noticed that my right eye was constantly leaking. No matter – I’d wipe it with a tissue, or catch myself swiping at it with a finger (bad, I know!), or, in a pinch, wipe it with my tshirt. Probably not the best idea, given that we’d been cleaning out the last few things from Jeff’s (old) house. I figured it was allergies, because that sort of thing has happened 100 times before, and Gracie, after all, had gone through two boxes of tissues already. It’s Fall. It’s allergy season. My eye was leaking. Not any big mystery.

Until last night when I got out of the shower and noticed what looked like a flippin’ grape sitting under the skin of my eye. I mean, the swelling was ginormous! It wasn’t hard like a cyst, more squishy like the duct was blocked or something. My eye was a bit red and black-and-blue, too, but that’s how my eye always looks during allergy season. The swelling though – it was bad. I put a warm compress on it and the swelling went down enough so that I had to point out what was wrong when Jeff came home from watching the Cowboy’s game with the neighbors. We both figured that I’d sleep on it and my eye would be fine(ish) come this morning.

My eye is not fine.

When I woke up, I couldn’t even open my eyelid. It was now so swollen that the entire upper lid was puffy and creased and looked like it was on steroids. In fact, my entire eye looked it was involved in ‘roid rage gone bad. The grape-sized lump was back, my lid was swollen, and the entire thing looked bruised and disgusting. My eye itself wasn’t red, though. No easy pink eye diagnosis here.

So I slapped a warm compress on it in between yelling at the girls to get ready and debated whether or not to go into work. Responsibility won, so I threw the washcloth in a bag so I could keep heating it and applying pressure throughout the day. It’s working so far – I can almost open my eye all the way! And now I’m starting to think I might not need the doctor right away anyway. Maybe let’s see if this resolves itself on its own. It’s responding well so far…

Fingers crossed, you guys. I have too much going on to add Turning Into A Cyclops into the mix.

Birds of a feather.

September 30, 2015

It’s a familiar refrain around Casa de Katie and the blog and the school and everywhere where anyone is the least bit familiar with me and my brood: my Bee-girl is enchanting and mischievous and I loves her to pieces and she will one day set the world on fire…if she remembers where she set down the matches. Because my girl is also a bit flighty. (Like hydrogen is a bit explosive.)

I think I’m also starting to understand why she and Jeff took to each other so quickly.

It’s not quite the same – my guy isn’t a nine-year-old girl who wears crazy outfits and doesn’t play with Barbies and stuffed animals and not care that his friends have started leaving that phase behind and hasn’t lost four sweaters in one week. But he does leave lights on all around the house no matter what I’ve tried to do to remind him, he has proposed borrowing a truck to move the boxes to storage no matter how many times I remind him we’re moving the big stuff in first (“oh yeah”), he has left the doors unlocked, and has made me implement the Two Coffee Cup Rule (if you’ve failed to bring home two travel coffee cups, you don’t get to use any more until the others are returned because I’d like to have some left for me, thanks). Jeff has many superfantastic qualities and I love him to pieces, but he and Bee are two of a kind.

Which is why I was unsurprised when Bee forgot her teacher’s/our family friend’s birthday treat two days in a row. The first day, well, that was to be expected. It’s why I started early, in fact. The next day, I specifically pointed it out to Bee and to Jeff and that time I was surprised when I didn’t get a text or a Facebook mention about how tasty the dessert was. When I asked Bee about it later, oh hey! It’s because she forgot it. And so did Jeff. Sigh.

I baked some more Apple Bettye (the leftovers had to be pitched after sitting out in the heat all day), put some in a container, put the container in a bag, and tied it to Bee’s backpack. I’m a little more hopeful, but not much – there’s always the possibility that Bee forgets her entire backpack.

That, or Jeff forgets the kid at home.

It’s a good thing I love those two so much.

An October reading challenge! (Because Hi, have you met me?)

September 29, 2015

Hi, my name is Katie, and I’m a bit of a book-aholic. Which is why I was thrilled when Andi from Estella’s Revenge decided to host a #15in31 reading challenge!

15in31The challenge is as simple as it is slightly insane: read 15 books in 31 days. Or at least try to. Either you meet it or you don’t – and even if you don’t, any reading is an epic win!

I’m pretty sure I’m going to hit my mark though. As I’ve said recently, I’m starved for stories right now; I can’t read enough of them! I’ve read 16 books in September already, and that’s with devoting most of my weekend time to getting Jeff and the Xman moved in and their old house cleared out. Right now I’m reading A Little Life and re-reading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and Rose Madder and reading The Martian out loud to the girls. And still I use the word “starved”!

So what am I looking forward to reading next month?

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1. Skippy Dies Paul Murray.  One of my Quarterly Box books! String theory aside, this book has been on my TBR forever and I can’t wait to fall into the intrigue of boarding schools again. (My heart will be secretly waiting for whispers of magic and muggles, but I’ll try to contain myself.) An actual paperback awaits.

2. The Girl Who Played with Fire – Stieg Larsson. I’m re-reading the series so I can read the new book, which I’ve heard is amazing! Of course, it has to wait until I finish re-reading the first book, but that shouldn’t be a problem – I got through 20% yesterday. (At least I think I did: I’m reading an old-school paperback.)

3. The Martian – Andy Weir. Yep, just assuming I won’t have finished the Out Loud Read-along with the girls. We’re lucky if we can get through 25-30 pages a night, with all their questions. It can be pretty advanced, science-wise, and then Bee likes to make fun of all the curse words, so I don’t mind. Much. Paperback version – and not the movie tie-in one.

4. Blindspot – Jill Lepore and Jane Kamensky. Another re-read, one I usually hanker for in October, though I’m not sure why. It’s a hilarious send-up of 18th century fiction, written epistolary style in a way that really works. Good, old-fashioned historical romance, with a bit of intrigue! This is a well-worn hardcover, though I wish I had a paperback.

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5. The Tsar of Love and Techno – Anthony Marra. I fell hard and fast for Marra’s first near-perfect novel, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena. In fact, I think I finished it the very day it was released. I’m not a short story fan, but I’m very much looking forward to his new debut…especially if the stories connect. (Kim, keep an eye out – I’ll send you the hardcover as soon as I finish!)

6. Mister Max: The Book of Lost Things – Cynthia Voigt. If I finish The Martian in time, this will be our next Out Loud book. If not, I’m going to read it anyway. I tried once before and didn’t get very far, but it’s been sitting on our shelf since Christmas and no one has picked it up. That hurts my heart.

7. These Things Happen – Richard Kramer. I read the first chapter online and really liked the story about a boy’s coming of age as he travels between two sets of Manhattan-ite parents: his mom and stepfather and his recently-come-out father and partner. From what I’ve read, the writing is fantastic. I can’t wait to dive into the rest, paperback-style.

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8. Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers – Mary Roach. I think this is my last book for the Read Harder challenge! Huzzah! Also rather appropriate for Halloween, no?

9. Serena – Ron Rash. While comparisons to John Steinbeck and Cormac McCarthy don’t exactly have me running to my library to grab my holds that have come in, the book was on any number of Best Of lists and was a finalist for a PEN/Faulkner award. A tale of corruption, greed, and adventure in 1930s American wilderness – it’s all going to come down to voice, isn’t it? Library ebook.

10. Trigger Warning – Neil Gaiman. Yes, another book of short stories, but it’s Neil Gaiman!! Of course I’m going to read it. And love it.

The other five books are just going to have to fall into my hot little hands. That’s how I determine most of what I read next anyway. It’s going to be a fun month and a fun challenge. If you want to join, stop by and leave a linky with Andi over here on her post!


September 28, 2015

It was a much needed forced break. You guys, I have never been this busy in my life. (Which is probably a lie, but it feels so, so true right now.) Moving Jeff and the Xman out has taken up a month of weekends so far. I think one more Saturday will do us – at least, until we find a renter and have to actually move the furniture and wall of boxes in the garage into storage… But! The point is that the Supermoon eclipse last night forced me to stop and take a breath and enjoy the tiny huge things going on around me.

The girls were all for staying up late to see it. I wasn’t sure – Gracie had been away for the entire weekend camping with a friend, so she could have been facedown-in-her-mashed-potatoes tired when she got home. And she kind of was, but she geeked out about the Supermoon. She got out her telescope and Bee set it up outside and all was well.

When the time came, we sang Total Eclipse of the Heart and Harvest Moon and Bad Moon Rising (because mood music) and we didn’t let the high cloud cover deter us. We still got an okay look of the beginning of the eclipse, and the rest wasn’t that fuzzy. We still took blurry pictures and ridiculously hilarious selfies and enjoyed ourselves. Which is just what the evening was about.

Supermoon3(This is the part where I tell you I had fantastically goofy selfies to show off and pics of the girls setting up, but my photo editor has crashed and I can’t perform identity-surgery to protect the kiddos.)

Maybe the girls started bickering, and Gracie’s exhaustion hit her, and the dogs were bad, and some of us couldn’t enjoy ourselves because the Broncos first half was craptastic. But I’m going to remember how wonderful the beginning of the eclipse was. It was the kind of evening I know the girls will remember when they haul their own kiddos out to the backyard to watch eclipses or comets or falling stars. And winning for (most of) one night is enough for me.

Five for Friday.

September 25, 2015

That thing where you write an entire blog post and then you accidentally close the tab and your draft hadn’t auto-saved? Yeah. That’s where your intro is. It was great! It was about Fall and the renewed rigor and vigor of reading and how great the feelings of coziness and all the bookish things – Dewey’s Readathon and blankets and new Fall releases – all helped you tuck yourself into a corner and just chill. Turn inward and think. Read. Take a breath after the crazy hectic summer.

Instead, I’m just going to throw you cold into five more books from what will be known as my Ridiculously Awesome Book Streak of 2015:

  1. Gabi, A Girl in Pieces, by Isabel Quintero. (Cinco Punto Presses, 2014, 284 pages. Library book.) My first version was better, but here goes: Gabi was a random book I’d heard about through goodness knows where, but it ended up on my TBR list and I ran across it in the library. I’m so glad! Gabi is our high school protag who has to navigate some pretty grown-up issues: her best friend gets pregnant because she got drunk at a party, her other bestie comes out as gay to his parents and his dad kicks him out, and her own mom is convinced she’ll get pregnant as a teenager (like she did) and so acts pretty rotten towards her. It’s a very shades-of-gray book and I love how Quintero never boiled it down to an After-School Special. I’m definitely going to try to get Gracie to read this. 4 of 5 stars.
  2. Bone Gap, by Laura Ruby. (Balzer & Bray, 2015, 368 pages. Library ebook.) So many of my bookish fairy godmothers on Book Riot would not shut up about this book. They didn’t give it as much lip service as they did The Martian, but enough that I added it to my TBR just to see. When the title popped up as available for ereading when nothing else was, I sighed and checked it out. And never looked back. It’s Southern Lit meets Shining Girls, with enough Stephen King backwoods-town descriptions to keep my heart happy. The tone is incredible, the characters are memorable, and there’s travellin’. Be still my heart! I loved it so much that I splurged on a hardcover, you guys. It was for my sister’s care package, but still! So good that I couldn’t wait for her to read it. 5 of 5 stars.
  3. Persepolis, by Marjane Satrapi. (Pantheon, 2000, 160 pages. Paperback.) This graphic novel is on all of the Best Of lists. So many of my book buddies rave about it. And my Read Harder challenge called for a graphic novel. I’m so glad! I devoured the autobiographical story of Marjane’s childhood in Iran at the time of the revolution. Her story is simply told, but it resonates, and the comic illustrations are dead. on. Bee begged to read it when I was done, and she loved it nearly as much as I did. Buy it, buy it, buy it. I’d give it 6 stars if I could. 5 of 5 stars.
  4. The Star Side of Bird Hill, by Naomi Jackson. (Penguin Press, 2015, 306 pages. Library book.) This was the summer book I was most looking forward to. I barely held of buying, and I’ll definitely go back and get the paperback when it comes out. I loved how my heart broke for the two girls, Dionne and Phaedra, coped with summering on Barbados with their grandmother when their mentally ill mom could no longer care for them. Truth is, their mom hadn’t been for awhile, and it was hard for the girls to grow back down just to grow up all over again. It was a complicated story of first love, That Summer that everyone has as a kid, loving family – warts and all, magic, community, and race. In other words, the story hit all my buttons, even before the gorgeous voice of Naomi Jackson lulled me into that magic place where stories can take you. 5 of 5 stars.
  5. Purple Hibiscus, by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. (Harper Perennial, 2005, 307 pages. Library ebook.) This was another story I picked up for the Read Harder challenge (A Book Written By An Author Under 25-Years-Old). I’d read Adichie’s Americanah and loved it; I’d read Half a Yellow Sun and hated it. So I was a little wary of where Purple Hibiscus would fall. I was afraid it would fall into the latter category and Americanah was a singular experience. I’m so glad I was wrong. The voice was back to gorgeous, simple prose – I was never once bored with Hibiscus, something that happened with Yellow Sun quite often. The circular story of a picture perfect Nigerian family that wasn’t both entertained my story-self and broke my heart all at once. The themes of family, faith, culture, immigration, and modernization all wove a tight and multi-colored basket, carrying the characters around and through the story. There was real growth in the characters in a believable fashion. It still wasn’t Americanah, but given that that books was my very favorite one of 2013, could it have been? 4 of 5 stars.

So there you have it. Five more excellent books in this unprecedented book run. I haven’t read so many good books accidentally strung together since…well, I don’t even know since when! Enjoy your weekend, you guys. I hope the very right books find you and make you sit down and relax for awhile.

Box full of awesome.

September 24, 2015

Back in August, when temps were even more annoying than they are now, but it was my birthday, so I didn’t really care, my sister Kim gifted me with one of my favorite birthday gifts – and I got a ton of really cool swag this year. She subscribed me to the Quarterly Box from Book Riot (my very favorite bookish community – go check them out!). Basically, the Quarterly Box is just what it sounds like: a box sent every three months that’s filled with books and bookish goods. I was over the moon excited! I’ve been drooling over the idea, but they’re a bit pricey and so I was holding off. For the moment, at least.

Yesterday, my Quarterly Box arrived on my doorstep. You guys – even the packing tape is insanely cool! Even though I didn’t know anyone from Milwaukee who’d be sending me stuff, I knew from that tape that it had to be my box…

QtlyBox1I carefully sliced it open, with bated breath…


Pretttttty. I loved the envelope and letter explaining, piece by piece, was what inside. It’s meant to be read after you explore your box, which is just what I did, because that’s how my sister and I work our packages. Bookish mindmeld, for the win!

The box was school-themed, now that it’s Fall (elsewhere, presumably) and we’re all campus-oriented. There were two books: Skippy Dies, by Paul Murray, about string-theory and falling in love and a boy’s prep school in Dublin and how the main character ends up dead. It’s been on my TBR list since it came out – huzah! The other, Zadie Smith’s On Beauty, is about how a family of immigrants adjusts in a small college town in Massachusetts and was really good. I know this because I’ve read it. (Kim thinks we should make a bet about how many books I get that I’ve already read. Sometimes being a velocireader is hard.)

Then there were the goodies! There’s a really soft bookish pennant that screams BOOKS! that is going up in my cubby at work. There’s a READ HARDER coozie that may be used for drinks, but may also be used around a glass for my pens and pencils at work. There’s a cool poster Murray designed that goes along with Skippy Dies, exclusive to the Quarterly Box. And there is a pack of Field Notes notebooks, perfect for all my bookish notes, lists, and whatnot. Ten boxes also came with a golden ticket, good for a signed copy of Murray’s next book, but alas – none were found in my box.

I knew the box would be awesome, and I knew I would have so much fun excavating each little gift inside, but I wasn’t prepared for how addictive these things would be. I may have already signed myself up for the YA box that ships in October. Which means I won’t have a box in November, and then my original box will appear in December… Must find some way to feed the bookish mail beast in November.

Thanks, Kim! But I fear you’ve only reinforced my main theory: Book addiction: better (barely) than a crack addiction.


Beam us up, Scotty.

September 23, 2015

It’s that time of year again: school has started up, Fall routines are in high gear, and Casa de Katie is once again immersed in a routine of school and learning and curiosity. (The curiosity remained over the summer, but I must admit it was more of a “I wonder if green apple and grape slushie would mix well?” and “Mom, could we go to the pool again?” kind of curiosity.) It’s all good – my girls are fabulous about being engaged with the world – and even though we might grumble from time to time, we enjoy our routines.

Especially the one where we read a book out loud as a family after dinner and homework and showers.

Our Fall book is Andy Weir’s The Martian. I’ve read it four or five times and love the stuffing out of it. My girls love sarcasm and survival stories so I knew it would be a hit. Bee was a little concerned over the number of pages I was holding in my hands, but she’s been sucked in like the rest of us.

I love that. I love that moment when I can see the words reach out and wrap themselves around the littles. I love how when I put the book down to stir the spaghetti [I was cooking dinner for the grown-ups], Gracie immediately asked if she could read. Because two minutes is two minutes too long to wait. I love how Bee stopped her tumbling routine on the floor to hear what this dangerous plan to extract water was going to involve.

I love the ever-loving daylights out of the fact that no matter how many times I’ve corrected her, Bee keeps forgetting that Watney is a man and keeps referring to him as “her” and “she” when she’s asking questions or talking about the book. I’ve stopped correcting her. Let Watney be a badass female astro-botanist! In fact, I’m kind of tempted to change the pronouns as I’m reading.

We won’t be finished with the book before the movie comes out next week, and I’m torn. Part of me wants to take the entire fam (well, minus the Xman) out to see it. The girls clearly love the story as much as Jeff and I do. But part of me thinks we should stick with a clear winner for our Out Loud portions of the evening. We can always grab the DVD when it comes out. I’m not quite ready to give up seeing the happy tension as something dangerous happens, the anticipatory shrieks when I end on a cliffhanger, and the way Bee’s eyes still get round as saucers when I let an F-bomb fly off the page. That’s pure magic right there. And I love it.

Walking the fine line of “fair” doesn’t mean “the same”.

September 22, 2015

We had delicious steaks for dinner last night. Thick, juicy, delicious grilled steaks of awesomeness. Garlic-butter cauliflower and onion sauteed potatoes for sides… Mmmmm. I could hardly stand it, it was so good.

Bee-girl had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

I suppose it shouldn’t seem so odd to me: my mini-me is a full-fledged carnivore, the rarer the meat, the better; and my delicate spazz-flower, who takes after her Auntie Kim, is a sort-of vegetarian. Bee-girl has been “off” baked and grilled chicken for awhile (she makes an exception for fried), even though it used to be the one meat she would eat. She’s never been a fan of pork. Ham she’ll do. Steak? Not any more. Although she will eat a nice juicy roast beast. Seafood is very hit or miss. (Calamari, tuna fish, lobster, crab – hit. Salmon, tilapia, most fishies, clam strips, scallops – miss.) Hamburgers and hotdogs are meh. Meatloaf is her favorite.

It used to bother me more than it did. And by “bother”, what I mean is that I refused to cook two meals or let my very willful toddler/small child dictate what she would or would not try. Kids tastes swing wildly as their little bodies do so much growing and changing. I’d make Bee eat at least three or four pieces of whatever we were eating. It wasn’t enough to kill her – although she’d disagree – and she was honest enough to admit when she liked something. It worked.

But now my baby girl is nine. [GAHHHH.] Nine-years-old knows a lot better what it actually likes and does not like. At least my nine-year-olds do. And what’s the point of trying to raise independent children who will be fantastic grown-ups if I teach them that I don’t trust what they tell me. So I’ve gradually come around to the place that if Bee tells me consistently that she doesn’t like steak, then I don’t make her eat it. She can have a bowl of cereal or a sandwich that she makes herself. (Mama doesn’t cook two meals.) It has to be somewhat healthy, and she has to have a vegetable.

Here’s the rub, though: the Xman is Bee-girl’s shadow. If Bee doesn’t like steak, then the Xman is going to say he doesn’t like steak. It doesn’t matter that he lurves it like we carnivores do; he wants to emulate Bee. The problem is that the Xman is four. Four is way too young to know what it likes – especially when it’s too busy copying someone else. So the Xman has to eat a few bites of everything else, just like the girls did. And I can see the pattern of consistency there – the girls had to do it when they were four – but the problem is that not everyone was around then. They don’t know that. The danger is that it comes across as favoritism.

That’s where “‘fair’ doesn’t mean ‘the same'” comes in.

What’s fair for the girls doesn’t have to mean what’s fair for the Xman. We tell him that when he’s a big boy, he’ll be able to make choices for himself too. We tell him not to worry about anyone else but himself. We still make the girls eat vegetables and milk and other foods they might not have chosen and hope everyone sees that no, there isn’t favoritism. Everyone is getting the parenting direction they need for their age.

This sort-of vegetarianism and particular food quirks might be making things a bit sticky for household equilibrium, but it’s Bee’s choice. We’ll make the rest of it work.

It’s around here somewhere. But…where?

September 21, 2015

I had jury duty this morning. It was rescheduled from when I was supposed to go right before vacation, and that summons was postponed from last year during vacation. [Dear county officials: please stop scheduling me for the first week of August, mkay?] I’ve had today’s date on my calendar for awhile. I didn’t forget about it. Nothing that irresponsible. In fact, I promptly took my summons to work when I received it and photocopied it for all the records and official type stuff. I specifically remember placing it right back in my backpack when I was finished.

You know where this is going, right? I was so sure of where the summons was that I didn’t even think to look at it again until last night at way-past-my-bedtime o’clock. Even then, I just wanted it handy because I’d have to get up and be out the door before Jeff woke up. He probably didn’t want me turning lights on and rummaging for my backpack. So I went to retrieve it.

And it wasn’t there.

Of course.

I searched the basket where I keep my mail, the top of the dryer, the car, and the backpack a couple dozen more times. I was panicky, because I didn’t even know what building I was supposed to report to, and furious with myself for failing to grown-up. I haven’t done anything this stupid in I don’t even know how long.

It was a bit understandable, I guess. There was the big office switcheroo at work, which involved boxing up every single thing in my office. We’ve been moving Jeff’s things to storage and to our house every weekend. Which means I haven’t had time to keep the house the absolute tidiest. And then there are piles and boxes and things strewn everywhere over here. I have eleventy hundred things going on. Maybe I shouldn’t have left this til the last minute. But I did. So I was in a bit of a pickle.

Thankfully, in all of my rummaging, I was able to find the summons from August and the paper confirming my request to reschedule. Nothing online on the county page said what to do, which was just ridiculous – I can’t be the first person to lose their summons! I finally found one line on an obscure page that said a new form could be printed.

It was just as easy as that when I showed up, too. I got a new form, filled out the questionnaire, and then was promptly dismissed because Bee’s after-school program has a strict – and early – pick-up time and they couldn’t guarantee I’d be able to leave early enough. I spent more time searching for my summons than I did in court!

What can I say, folks – life is never dull around here. Now: who wants to place a wager that I find the correct summons as soon as I get home?


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