The Big House.

Yeah, so you all know me. I can sometimes do things that may make me seem like I'm not the sharpest crayon in the box. The other day, that was just how I had to explain myself.

You know that basket that EVERYONE has on their counter, the basket that all your papers go into and get lost. I too have that basket. Back a few months ago I received a letter for jury Duty. I filled out the forms and sent them back in. I then received another letter saying that I would have to call in the week of September 15th. Well, I never did it! I put that paperwork in the basket and totally forgot about it!

I was cleaning out that basket (since I hadn't in MONTHS) the other night and found that form. I FREAKED OUT! I couldn't believe what I had done....or what I hadn't done. I called the numbers on the back and all I got was recordings since it was 7:00 at night. I then thought to call my good friend Stacy because her hubby is going to law school. I thought maybe he could give me some incite on what I had done, and also try to make me feel better about sharing a jail cell with a woman named Big Bertha. She ended up calling her Father in Law who is an Attorney, and he said that it happens quite often and to just call the county clerk in the morning. That I wouldn't be going to jail that I may get a fine out of it or a slap on the wrist. I was hoping for the second of the two at least....especially since I hadn't ever done anything like this before.

I slept like crap and was nervous all night. I called first thing, Now God was totally on my side on this one. The man on the phone looked into it.....My panel hadn't even been called, THANK-YOU-LORD!!!! I felt so much better! After telling the man on the phone how much I appreciated him telling me that, I hung up and was able to actually breathe again.

So lucky me....I won't have to meet Big Bertha and I won't have to spend my holidays in the Big House!