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Jeopardy is on at 4:30, seriously wtf Atlanta?

Last night I took a bath. I love baths. I use stuff like this in the bath because it is awesome and makes my skin smooth and soft. Before I continue the story, I have to describe the layout of my bathroom. The tub is against the far side wall. The toilet is next to it with a wall directly next to that on the right (if you're sitting on it). Last night, as I got out of the tub, I had to pee. I was still sort of damp, but I had been sitting in bath oil. So, coming from the left I sat down... and promptly slid off into the wall with one butt cheek landing in the garbage can. I was very glad that nobody else was in my house because that would have been a hilarious sight worthy of trying to find a camera, and lord knows, I do not need a picture like that circulating around the net.

My friend's parents gave her a new bedroom set a few weeks ago, and I was lucky enough to reap the benefits as well by getting her old one. Considering the fact that my bed was a full sized bed that my mother used over 30 years ago in middle school, I thought an upgrade might not be such a bad idea. So now I have a new queen bed and I rearranged my bedroom all weekend.

This just reminded of how much of my stuff is from other people. I am somehow often in the right place at the right time and end up with my friends' stuff. My couch, entertainment center and dining room set are from when Jessica moved and bought all new stuff. My guest bed is my brother's old bed and the futon is my sister's. My downstairs TV is from Carl, my brother's old roommate. Sarah gave me her old dishes, which I then gave to my brother when I got new ones for Christmas.

Right now I am ghetto fabulous as my old bed and box spring are sitting on the front porch waiting to be picked up by good will. Hopefully someone can use it, because while it's not the best bed in the world, it's nicer than nothing.

I started work last week at my local District Attorney's office. For fear of getting dooced, I'm not going to talk too much about it, but there are a few things I want to share. First of all, it never fails to amaze me that people show up to court in flip flops, jeans etc. I especially love the people on trial for possession who are wearing Bob Marley t-shirts. It's all kinds of crazy in district court.

The second thing is that I got to try my first case last week! I lost it, but as the judge told me later, I didn't have a choice; I couldn't dismiss because the victim was there and wanted to press charges, but I couldn't win because she wasn't scared thus she failed to meet an element of the charge. It went ok though, the judge was really nice and talked to me afterwards. I also got ribbed by a defense attorney during a plea bargain, but they've all been really nice to me so far. I'm starting to think about prosecuting when I graduate. We'll see how the rest of the summer goes.

I should have said, "When your dog eats lots of chicken and her butt stank's really kickin'" because this morning when I woke up there was diarrhea, diarrhea.

Based on the lack of posts for the last 3 1/2 weeks, you could probably tell I was out of town. I went on a family vacation to Europe (Germany, Austria, Switzerland) with my family. Spent a couple of days in Atlanta before and after. There will be more about the trip soon.

Back to the poop. So yesterday my mom decided to make some chicken so that I wouldn't have to stop at a fast food place on the way home. Well she had put 8 cooked thighs on a plate on the stove in the kitchen to let them cool. She walked back in about 20 minutes later and the plate hadn't been moved, but there were no pieces of chicken in sight. We didn't know which dog (Layla or my mom's dog Teak) had done it, as neither had the guilty face. However this morning when I woke up I knew Layla had at least been a co-conspirator.

It was awful. I actually threw up from the smell. Then I went to work. When I came home at 5, the smell greeted me at the door. She had gone again. Luckily the majority of the nastiness was on the kitchen floor and not the carpet. However I felt kind of bad, as it was bloody from the chicken bones.

So I decided to be a nice mommy and went to CVS. I think I need to clarify that I was in shorts and have not shaved my legs in over 2 months, which grosses my sister out to no end. Nobody in the store even noticed. The guy at the counter did give me a strange look as all I bought was an 8 roll pack of paper towels, pepto bismol and air freshener. I can't say that I blame him on that.

So the kitchen is cleaned, sanitized and mopped and the carpet has treatment products on it. I hope it won't have to be replaced.

I just wish dogs would associate eating chicken and bloody poop. They don't though, at least not in my experience.