“Excuse me, Imperial Guard…”

It would seem Sedgwick County is out to help me cross a few firsts off my lists. I’ve never had jury duty. Not long ago, this arrives in my mailbox:

I’ve begun referring to the judge as "Judge Jeffery" because a.) that is his name, b.) I’m not sure how to pronounce his last name, c.) alliteration is fun! and d.) I think it makes him sound utterly adorable!


Did you spot it, too? The date? When I saw it, the very first thing to pop into my head was this:

I mean, really, they’re kind of asking for this, right? I’m being summoned for jury duty on HALLOWEEN!

Okay, I will likely wind up going as "law abiding citizen" because I don’t have long enough hair for cinnamon bun Princess Leia hairs. (That may not be the only reason. But it’s an important one.) But I’m kind of hoping the jury pool resembles Liz Lemon’s (sans the crazy of course). Seriously, how awesome is that Christmas light outfit?

I did buy makeup for this, though. Serious grown-up concealers (yes, two – they had different levels of coverage and I liked them both). Because I’m a night owl that has to get from the far west side of town to downtown by 8:30 am, through rush hour traffic and I’d rather not arrive as "law abiding citizen with what appears to be two black eyes, you guys, you think she’s okay?"

Sedgwick County, you are indirectly responsible for yet another first; me buying concealer for its intended purpose. I swear, I felt like such an adult walking out of Ulta with that particular set of purchases.

Tomorrow begins my life as a juror while also finding out what it’s like to travel that far East in Wichita at prime traveling East time.

This feels like it should be my refrain: