If I die before the Bar....

well at least I didn't have to take it! My rationalization in writing this is that there is an extremely severe thunderstorm warning, scary sounds coming from outside and it is almost as dark at night at 3pm and therefore if Im going to die it sure isn't going to be studying.  More than likely screaming at my very angry Basset puppy to please be quiet (yes that is exactly how Im yelling it, sigh).  

For whatever reason my Hubby, ugh I hate that word,we'll call him J seems to think that I should write a book. Clearly a fictional book because now that law school's done I will not do anything that involves citations without the guarantee of a paycheck. Shoes and Pink things don't pay for themselves you know. So in the past I have tossed around many ideas for possible books the winning idea thus far is a string of trashy romance murder mysteries centering around a bridal shop owner who solves murder mysteries that are threatening her clients upcoming nuptials. Who doesn't love trashy romance mystery novels!!! 

Well let me tell you how apparently lost in Real Property I have become because the other night while laying in bed I had an epiphany to write a book called the Fertile Octogenarian (Dear God, its me Margaret if I can't spell Octogenarian can I still pass the bar?) anyhoo the basic premise would be ignoring the RAP for those of you legal eagles that have any idea what it is and for those who don't think of it like the VD of Property Law. The book would basically center on some ancient guy who kicked the bucket had like 9 wives and left lots of heirs all ages, as a result of a clause that is likely not legal (crap mental note to study so I know the legality of my own ideas) five of the heirs, aka ppl that want this guys stuff, have to get together for 48 hours and decide who gets the big house and land.  Then it gets all sappy and they remember what they love about this old hustler and how they have such good memories etc blah blah blah then somehow can't give away the ending someone gets the land.  If your not already going WTF (excuse me Im normally not that crass) clearly your a property lawyer because really a) who would want to read this and b) who would want to write this.  It gets even better when I name one of the characters Sugar.  So if anyone is surfing the bargain book bins at B&N in a couple years and finds a book such as this please check the authors name and then send my husband donations for my mental health bills if he hasn't already divorced me.  Clearly I've lost it. Or perhaps I never had it. I should obviously stick to things I know.  On another note they keep telling me only black or blue pens on the bar, which I have to write since WI hates me, this really cramps my affection for pink pens.