Law School Dad

Labor Day today, and surely I did labour over mangled contracts, and remedies therefor. Once again, Sandra kindly removed the kids for the afternoon, this time taking them to the mall, where she engaged in her second favorite pastime, returning stuff (acquiring said stuff naturally holds the number one ranking). Whereas I warily purchase items in dread fear of having to go back to the store and stand in the invariably interminable queues at the wildly misnamed Customer Service desk, my wife's entire shopping philosophy is predicated on her Right of Return, and is reflected in massive piles of (and periodic frantic searches for) receipts and "To be returned"-labeled bags all over our house. Still, I have to admit I share in her sense of accomplishment when she triumphantly returns from Macy's, merchandise credit in hand, having successfully returned an unopened capuccino maker purchased in the glorious naivete of our pre-offspring days.

-LSD