Blake got sworn into the Maryland bar. For those of you out there that would like to watch a line of santa-looking judges (the chief judge's words --not mine) talk about their law careers and then ask a group of uncomfortable looking young attorneys to raise their arms to the square and repeat some official mumbo-jumbo, you can check it out here: http://www.mdcourts.gov/.
Actually, it was a great morning (santa's helpers aside). Everything went smootly. We made it to Annapolis in plenty of time, got to hang out for a while, and then I got to watch as Blake became an attorney. He's got an official certificate and a load of less-than-halfway-decent photos (taken by me) to prove it. Well done, my Blake.
After a quick lunch at Panera Bread, we headed back to our respective offices: me to an H1N1 shot and class scheduling, and Blake to an office party, meetings, and a white elephant.
I survived my vaccination this time (I asked for the nasal spray instead of the shot) and am feeling dandy. The cafeteria sent out a notice that all ice cream products were $.99, so I ran down and purchased Haagen Das bars for my office. You know I can't resist a $.99 ice cream special. You wouldn't either...believe me.
We also made the quick 10-minute trek to Tom's house, where we made graham cracker cookie house. Actually, ours was more like a flat-roofed, utah-shaped, crack house, but Tom and Jenny's looked like a decent christmas-y place. Paul and Katie...well...I'm not exactly sure how theirs turned out, but at various points it was a great-looking apartment building/bungalo/teepee.
I guess we can't fault Tom, though. He is an architect, after all.
Some picture updates:
Blake taking the oath.
My Blake in front of the Maryland Court of Appeals.
Us in the Maryland Court of Appeals.