Or, more accurately, the jury is out.
Out as in, I don’t have to report for jury duty tomorrow because the trial I was scheduled for was cancelled. This marks the third time that I have been called for jury duty and the third time that I have been relieved of that duty due to trial cancellation. At this rate, I am never going to get a chance to test my theory about the probability of being excused from duty due to statements I make about every defendant being guilty merely by virtue of the fact they were charged with a crime.
And, our justice system dodges a bullet.
On a completely unrelated topic, The Teenager made dinner for us tonight. This makes three times this week that she has taken the dinner reigns; Monday she cooked Chinese pot-stickers, fried rice and spring rolls, Tuesday night she made spaghetti and meatballs and, tonight, I taught her to cook meatloaf, mashed potatoes and gravy. I’m quite proud of her efforts and am looking forward to teaching her to cook many more dishes, starting with lasagna on Saturday.
Now, if I could just teach her to clean the kitchen while she cooks, I will have quite the little homemaker on my hands; twelve out of twelve jurors would agree.