Lawyers, Freaks and Funk

Ugly Juice took me to lunch the other day for my big 40th birthday, which is tomorrow (and when I'll also be honored in the evening as an "Everyday Angel"). I spilled the beans about being such a Yes Man now, all suited up in my navy blue suit, which my son objects to if I am going to volunteer at his kindergarten. He's specifically asked me not to wear a suit on those days. I guess he's like a growing number of kids who view attorneys as freaks, like the five or six kiddos who dressed up as lawyers for Halloween recently. Or maybe we are now on the same scale as princesses and firefighters.

My days are so friggin' long nowadays, starting around 5:30 a.m. and ending around 8:30 p.m. or later, but part of that is the craziness of being a single dad, as well as my continuing urban ultrathon competition now that my truck's brakes have gone out [the other day I bussed to the train, then walked to Max's mom's house, then took a taxi with him to school, then bussed to work--can you say "loser?"]. I'm exhausted.