Today was a very big day here at Chateau Cookie.  Today I was sworn in as an attorney.  Sure I showed up 3 hours early, I had forgotten to register, gave a wrong bar admission number so they had difficulty verifying me, realized when I sat down with my "peers" that I was wearing a hot pink maternity sweater to the swearing in ceremony of the most CONSERVATIVE court in the nation--where gray is the new black, and then had my name presented for admission by the dean of THE WRONG LAW SCHOOL.  Not only did the wrong dean of the wrong law school present me for admission, it took me 15 seconds to register that the wrong dean had read my name. 

Why did it take me 15 seconds to realize that my name had been called (other than the fact that the law school was alphabetically before mine, I didn't go there and certainly wasn't expecting them to claim me)?  It took me 15 seconds to realize this because the whitest white dean  in all of America managed to mispronounce the most English/white name in all over America--all 3 names.  First, middle and last.  Kristen was Keee-ir-ston.  My middle name is one syllable and he didn't even get that right.  It's a fruit of the SPIRIT, for God's sake.  My last name sounded Middle Eastern.  I sat there shocked.  Now what?  There is no way in hell I was standing up on the opposite side of the auditorium where my lastest in Motherhood Maternity fashion would be evident to the Judges presiding over the ceremony.

You are thinking (I know you are)--so why didn't you just take your sweater off?  Well, that's because I couldn't find my plain black shirt to wear underneath when I was rushing out the door 5 hours too early this morning so I put this on underneath. 



Given extra time, energy and who knows what else, I would have added the words "law without a license" below the "it was fun practicing."  Somehow I don't think that the Supreme Court would have seen the humor. You know how lawyers take themselves OH so seriously. 

Despite the drama, I think I am now officially one of 25,000 statewide slimy lawyers.  Cause what this state needed was another room full of lawyers. 

In celebration, my sisters got me fantastic food and yet another cake (God help me) to celebrate the day.  Mom, you would have been proud of them.  They did it up right.