My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

So I turned in my rush assignment this week and apparently it didn’t suck.  This caused the brilliant junior partner on my team, who’s not assigned to the case, to say, “Hey, I hear [the senior partner] liked your work.  Keep it up.”  Being as close to a compliment as JP’s ever given me, this statement caused me to immediately stop in my tracks and stare at him, dumbfounded.  “Wait.  Did you just almost compliment me?!  I have to note this momentous occasion!”  (Yes, I can be a little cheeky sometimes.)  His reply?  “Well, don’t go resting on your laurels.”  Unless resting on my laurels involves developing an ulcer because I’m worried I missed a procedural rule that will cause the court to throw out my motion, this probably isn’t a concern.

Meanwhile, when I’m not busy resting on my laurels, I’m reading articles about morbid obesity.  A friend of mine who knows my unhealthy and odd fascination with this topic sent me this lengthy article.  Those of you who didn’t know this about me apparently haven’t been to any cocktail parties with me recently.  Sadly enough, I can discuss it ad naseum.  And have.