My day

The trial I was supposed to start tomorrow fell through. I walked into court this morning, and the prosecutor on the case came up to me and said, "will he take 8?" (meaning 8 years in the penitentiary). Although this was what my client had been willing to take months ago, I wasn't sure he'd take it today, since people often assume that, if the state makes a better offer the day of trial, it means something has gone wrong with their case. In this case, though, it meant that someone with a bit of sense looked at the case and said, "oh, go ahead and offer 8." Since my guy has a few probation violation cases and a case in another county which will all run concurrent, and since he was looking at 6 - 30, it was a good deal all around, even though our case was very triable.

I had a very casual dinner, prosciutto, melon, cherry tomatoes, brie and bread. Marissa went nuts over the prosciutto! She rarely begs for food, but as I was putting everything together in the kitchen, the minute I got out the prosciutto, she started meowing and standing on her hind legs and looking pitiful. I did not fall for it. Sorry, kid, the prosciutto's mine - you get cat food. I'm such a mean mom.

My day

The trial I was supposed to start tomorrow fell through. I walked into court this morning, and the prosecutor on the case came up to me and said, "will he take 8?" (meaning 8 years in the penitentiary). Although this was what my client had been willing to take months ago, I wasn't sure he'd take it today, since people often assume that, if the state makes a better offer the day of trial, it means something has gone wrong with their case. In this case, though, it meant that someone with a bit of sense looked at the case and said, "oh, go ahead and offer 8." Since my guy has a few probation violation cases and a case in another county which will all run concurrent, and since he was looking at 6 - 30, it was a good deal all around, even though our case was very triable.

I had a very casual dinner, prosciutto, melon, cherry tomatoes, brie and bread. Marissa went nuts over the prosciutto! She rarely begs for food, but as I was putting everything together in the kitchen, the minute I got out the prosciutto, she started meowing and standing on her hind legs and looking pitiful. I did not fall for it. Sorry, kid, the prosciutto's mine - you get cat food. I'm such a mean mom.