nagi_schwarz | Day 1318: Six Year Itch

Or rather, the six year anniversary. That's right. Been married for six years. Kind of hard to believe that much time has passed. Or that such little time has passed, when I look on my elderly neighbors who are celebrating sixty years of marriage.

I spent the entire week doing my best to just push through. I had Friday off, and if I could just make it to Friday, everything would be all right. Tuesday was supposed to be a light day and was not. It was Halloween, so I wore a Ravenclaw uniform (no cloak, though) to court. I was stationed in front of a man known colloquially as Commissioner Scary, and he was as scary as ever, and even the Bailiff noted that I seemed pretty nervous. Some rough cases I was covering, but I did my best.

Note: telling your kids that you're going to sell them to the gypsies if they misbehave is emotional abuse as a matter of law. At least in my state.

Also note: when the judge tells you that something is not funny and is, in fact, evidence of bad parenting, do not giggle.

Tuesday was supposed to be an easy day but ended up being crazy, and I was tired at the end of it.

Hilarious moment when I left court, though. I stood up, and Commissioner Scary, who always says, "Thanks, bye," in the most incongruously friendly tone, addressed me, and my response was, "Happy Halloween, your honor."

And the two clerks, very sweet ladies, beamed at me and said, "We love your costume."

And Commissioner Scary just stared at me in bafflement, because he hadn't even realized I was wearing a costume.

One of the prosecutors wore a Gryffindor tie and had a pretty awesome take Dark Mark tattoo on the inside of his left arm. I do love being stationed with nerds.

Wednesday was some insane morning court, but I survived, had meetings in the afternoon. Only had one official meeting Thursday - because NO ONE would send me the address for the first meeting - and that went well, the family is doing well. And then I got a text message from one of the bailiffs. My runaway was picked up.

So I went to baby jail to see her.

Tears. All of the tears. Good news, though: she's not pregnant.

Well, she says she's not.

She says she was, and then she wasn't.

I didn't follow that line of inquiry too closely, because she's safe and she's home (and also sporting some really ugly gang tattoos).

Friday was my day off, thanks to the secretaries. I was pretty darn lazy, didn't get nearly as much done as I'd hoped to, but I tried, and I reckon that's what counts. Got some shopping done, ran some errands.

Then Cody, Kip, and I went to see the new Thor movie, which I discovered was directed by the same guy who did Hunt for the Wilderpeople (which, really, everyone should watch). He used some of the same actors from the film. There was an awesome BBC Sherlock reference. Not a particularly substantive movie, but a fun one all the same.

...So many possibilities for crossovers, too. Star Trek (because Karl Urban) and Lord of the Rings (because Karl Urban and Cate Blanchett) and Westworld (because Anthony Hopkins and Tessa who played the Valkyrie and Luke Hemsworth who played Fake Thor). Also I totally recognized Matt Damon as Fake Loki, which was the best.

Saturday was our six year anniversary. And we celebrated it in truly us fashion. Got brunch at the usual spot. Did some target shooting before the rain set in. Came home and relaxed. And then watched the fights.

Such good fights. Best card we've seen so far. We watched the prelims and the undercard and the main card and ordered pizza and it was just the two of us and we had so much fun. I think Cody underestimates just how much I enjoy watching the fights.

But it was a good day. We spent time together and talked to each other and it was just us. More than one friend called Cody up and invited him to watch the fights, and he said no, he was spending the day with me, it's our anniversary, and they kind of razzed him, and then he pointed out that I'd already ordered the fights for us to watch on our own.

Going to be lots of gossip and banter at court tomorrow about the fights, no lie. Some phenomenal athletic performances.

Also I got a lot of knitting done, during commercials and the chatter between fights.

Six years.

Here's to many more.

And maybes some sticky children.