Pink Shirt Friday

Heeey -- it's pink shirt Friday at TBPLS! You can tell who really buys into the unwritten lawyer dress code the most (dress better than your client so they won't mind paying you lots of money) and who buys into it the least (but I'm a bankruptcy lawyer). Brian, on the left, is actually dressed down. I, on the other hand, am dressed up. But most important, we are all wearing pink shirts -- look how happy we are in our pink shirts. Happy happy lawyers.
(Don't be too hard on Brian -- every time a FedEx, UPS or DHL guy comes into the office with a package, no matter how small, Brian asks, "Is that my BowFlex?")

Here's the view from our master bathroom toilet. That's an osprey in that dead tree. Some mornings you can sit on the toilet and watch him eat a fish for breakfast up in that tree.

I woke up this morning to find that aliens had visited our backyard and had left this message encrypted in the grass. I'm pretty sure it has something to do with Obama being the anti-Christ, or maybe it's saying that Oprah is the anti-Christ. Aliens would be much more effective communicators if they would just spell it out. Regardless, I'm keeping the windows closed tonight.