I wish I had some astoundingly joyous news to post. Or at least something retchingly sensational, complete with graphic pictures. A fire, a natural distaster, a car crash (please let it be the red SUV with 'TAWNEY' on the license plates who never drives over fifty-freaking-five in the passsing lane! Please!) A police chase, a mugging, hell, even a dog fight would do... anything.
But I don't. Just one small, depressing piece of news: my lawyer, Mr Tall-Dark-and-Handsome, Younger-Than-Forty, is in the hospital with a pulmonary embolism.
And I have a very important court date at the end of the month, damn it!
Would it be rude and/or tacky to call his office to ask who will be handling my case in the even Mr. TD&H (or, actually, Mr. G) remains hospitalized or, God forbids, actually croaks?
Just askin'.
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