Things I'll Miss About Texas #1

(My brother, age 28, enters the room, walks up to me and rubs his elbow against my shoulder.)

Brother: "This is an awkward elbow rub. It's how I show affection."

(Walks to door, pauses, comes back and uses his other elbow to rub my shoulder.)

"And this is how I show disdain."

One sad thing about moving to Minneapolis for law school is that there will be significantly fewer of these stories. Yes, it will be very sad indeed.

Happy Mother's Day

My mom's thoughts on her gift, a back massager thing that looks vaguely like a life vest:

"AGH. It feels like someone is stabbing me. It's like I'm being shot with a machine gun."

Later, as she described how it felt: "POWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOW."

Apparently my brother and I failed in our mother's day mission. Next year, I'll aim for something less likely to be described as "stabby."

Things My Father the Attorney Has Been Paid In (Other than Money, Obviously)

- a motorcycle

- pecans

- candles

- cake (as of today, two varieties)

I should have somehow worked this into my personal statement.

"I want to be a lawyer like my dad, so I can get paid in cake."