The Reasonably Prudent Law Student

I’m not Just Jared, you guys. I can’t come up with random cutesy post titles that show off my mad alliteration skills. I just can’t. I just can’t be that big a loser. That’s right: Jared is a loser. Sure, he’s a celebrity blogger who’s become a celebrity himself, but WHO CARES? No one, that’s who. If you’re going to sit around and write teeny weeny posts that don’t say a SINGLE critical thing about the celeb(s) in question, then I get to call you a lame-ass milquetoast.

Mainly because I just like that a word that sounds like what I used to have for breakfast before I became lactose intolerant has a -que- in it.

Here’s Michelle Obama doing stuff.

I like her outfit because it’s simple and pretty. It’s just the kind of outfit you’d wear if you were planning on doing stuff.

So, in case you wanna do stuff, here’s what I came up with:

Bound Waistband Pencil Skirt ………. $29.99
Juniper Floral Chiffon Top ………. $19.80
Stitched Obi Belt in Red ………. $34.50
Ankle-Strap Pump in Black ………. $9.99

You’ve got your grey pencil skirt, a sleeveless top with some red on there, and some blue that’ll tie into the grey skirt, a red belt, and black pumps. So simple that it didn’t even take me more than a sentence to talk about it, and let’s face it: I can yap. I’ll yap my face off if you let me, and even if you don’t.

I get it from Papa Hoomster. There are certain words we can’t say around him because those words are GUARANTEED to lead to a two hour conversation. I’ve timed him, you guys. It gets ridiculous.

Mama Hoomster and I also have a catalog of Papa Hoomster’s stories. He starts telling a story, and we know in the first ten seconds which story it is, so we quickly consult the catalog and find out which one it is in the numbered list and then we yell out “TWENTY THREE” or “SEVEN” or “FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTY NINE” to show that we know the fact pattern (stuff) and the issue (the conflict) and the holding (the moral). And then Papa Hoomster gets sad and quiet, and his shoulders slump a little, but it saves us, like, two hours, so whatever.

:-|

But if any one of you fools leaves me comments on my posts, saying stuff like “EIGHT HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN” or “THREE” or “TWENTY FOUR” I’mma cut you nerds. >:(

Because when I tell a story, I expect y’all to sit and listen, not shut me up so you can go out and do stuff.

Hm…

Wait a minute. If I didn’t want you fools going out and doing stuff while I was trying to tell you things, I probably shouldn’t have posted this ‘doing stuff’ outfit.

Hmmmm….

:-|

Move along, folks, nothing to see here.