Ugly Juice Prepares Defense Based on Negligence Theory

Last night's party was super fun. The party was a shower of sorts for Steve and Leigh Anne, but it was not so much a shower as it was just a big ol' party--we called it a celebration of fertility. Julie helped me out with the food by bringing over delicious little gourmet pita pizzas and the best deviled eggs ever--pesto flavored with basil and pine nuts. We drank gimlets and a little cocktail I call "The Bees Knees," made with pink grapefruit juice, pineapple juice, honey, gin, and lime.

This morning I drove Zander and Julie to the airport, which was a great excuse to collect evidence for the upcoming case of Mean-Spirited Cop v. Ugly Juice. I drove around the loop twice while Julie leaned out the window with the camera clicking photos of the side of the road that is so overrun with plant foilage that the reasonably prudent driver can't see the speed limit signs. Right?