I'm really at a loss here. I know you're almost done with law school and I can't tell you how proud I am of you for getting through one of the hardest programs in education. You've gone from being an studious college student who rarely came out drinking with me to a well-balanced wine drinking partner in crime. I promise that the wine drinking days are not gone, and we will have a trip to the East Coast cities. I know you'll be a fantastic lawyer, as you've already shown me with your mad skills in finding out landlord/tenant laws when my landlords decided to be huge jerks. And to hear you talk about the incapable people in HP customer service, I have no doubt you can hold your own in a courtroom. One of those courtrooms with a real judge and maybe a jury! I really don't know what kind of law you'll be doing. I don't think a jury will be present. But you go, girl.
As crazy as our lives are going to be, with a baby on one side and crazy law hours on the other, I am confident that we can find plenty of time to engage in a few bottles of wine and maybe another hookah bar if we want to get crazy.
There, does that make you feel like Senior Wills/Poem Book time all over again? Good, I sure hope so.
