My mom will be sprung from this joint at some time tomorrow, but I still have until at least Tuesday. I usually have my own room in the hospital, but this time I shared with my mom for a couple of days. I must admit that it's been nice having my mom as a roomie. It's been much more convenient for my dad as well. He can make both of our lives miserable from one recliner. He actually made us waltch a PBS replay of Lawrence Welk for the sake of nostalgia this evening. Can you even imagine such a thing? I'm stil detoxing, as is my mom.
I have an idea which may prove my point that Judge alex is interested in increasing his ratings and in hearing just how hot women think he is. I plan to establish a couple of fake Twitter accounts with buxom blondes, brunettes, or whatever, all of whom are of age. All will essentially proposition him. My guess is that my fake tweeters will receive some sort of response from him, even if it's only thanks, but no thanks; I'm married; but do please keep watching my show.
The judge didn't respond when I told him I had mono. He didn't reply when my Aunt Heather tweeted that I had my spleen removed, and he gave no response when I told him my PseudoAunt passed the CA bar exam on her first try. If my fake bimbos tell him he's hotter than the earth's core, that they frequently think about what he's wearing under his robe, or that they would love to be sentenced by him, his response rate will be between twenty-five and fifty per cent. I cannot yet do this because the equipment I need to scan profile photos is at home, but once I'm allowed to use a computer at home, I'll try it in the interest of science. My guess is that he is every bit as big an opportunistic cad as I predict he is, but time will tell.
Thanks for the words of encouragement. I appreciate them very much.