Mike! You're killing me.
On day ten last year, I found out about a girl named Monique who graduated from law school a year before me. She kicked cancer’s ass long enough to graduate, study for and then take the New York State Bar Exam. She passed away soon after that, cementing her status as one of my all time greatest personal heroes. I regret that I never met her, but I’m a better lawyer today because I know her story. For BufBloPoFoMonique day, tell me who inspires you. Who is your hero?
I think I'm a little pre-menstrual and it's not a good idea for me to sob at work, so I'm not going to talk about my mom, my grandmom, my dad, my sissy, my husband, my friend Sara Moore, or any of those other heroes I have. Instead I'm going to talk about Marge.
Marge Gunderson, you are a brave Police Chief. You are quick-witted and maybe a little bit too trusting. You are seven months pregnant and still puking into the snow. You enjoy Arby's. You buy fish bait for your husband. You are polite, likable and intelligent. I love you Margie!