Well, I didn't get picked for jury duty. I got to the point where there are 30 of you in the courtroom with the lawyers and the defendant and the judge. So you learn all about the crime, the charges against the guy and the terms of the trial, and then you get ditched.

In this case, the defendant was a handsome Latino guy wearing really cool glasses. I immediately had a crush on him, despite the murder/assault/kidnapping/robbery/conspiracy charges leveled against him. He looked so vulnerable. I tried to give him an encouraging smile, and then came to my senses.

He could be a murderer/assaulter/kidnapper/robber/conspirator for all I knew! Plus, the evidence we did get wasn't exactly flattering to him: He admitted he was at the scene during the shooting and was holding a gun. His partner in alleged crime had turned state's witness and was saying all kinds of horrible things about him. Not promising. The defense lawyer was wearing a bad suit and had a facial tic. All in all, I don't have high hopes for "Juan."

Still, I would've liked the opportunity to be a juror. I'm such a fair person. I was always able to mediate the fights between my cat and dog with a gentle hand or a kind remark. Like saying to the Chihuahua (pictured), "Hannah! Stop licking the cat's balls!" Case closed.

Have a great Memorial Day weekend, everyone. I think I'm going to take off and relax. But I'll be back on Tuesday, same time, same station.