Were you aware that “My So-Called Life” is now available on Netflix’s instant-streaming thing? It is. And I’ve watched two episodes this week. The show was on originally when I was in high school, and I remember thinking Rayanne was so cool and Jordan Catalano was soooo cute. Now I find myself loathing Rayanne and wishing Angela would just learn to appreciate that nice Brian boy already.
(Jordan Catalano is still pretty cute, though.)
Rockford’s aunt sent me a CD full of old family photos for a project I’m working on. This one in particular is of Rockford’s grandparents, his dad and his aunt on a glass-bottom boat ride in Florida. Is it any wonder that my husband is so easy on the eyes?
In the 14 years since I’ve been eligible for jury duty, I’ve been called up exactly twice. I was excused from it the first time, because I’d moved away out of the state just a few months earlier. The second time? It’s this week. And I’m kind of nervous. Because:
So basically I’m not a big fan of New Experiences. Please soothe my worried mind. Have you had jury duty before? Was it harrowing or just boring? Will you call me Thursday morning and make sure I’m up on time? And most importantly, what should I wear?
Update
So guess what! I called this evening and discovered that my “group” had been excused from jury duty. Maybe I’ll wear business casual tomorrow anyway.