Welcome back to Lawyers & Liquor…hold on, I got a note here that tells me what the new branding is…”Your internet home for Law, Libations and Laughter.” Holy shit. That’s cheesy. Who the fuck wrote that?
I’m your good, dear friend, a cartoon badger née sentient whiskey glass that goes by a moniker of “Boozy” and after years away from doing this – specifically this – I’ve returned to my roots with poorly written articles on law, legal practice, current affairs, and (as last week exhibits) really whatever the hell I feel like putting up there.
Anyhow, I had several topics that I could get into: the world being on fire, why lawyers never retire, a general update on what I do now. And those are great for future posts. But the topic this week was actually suggested by a hermitic sheep rancher who lives in the high deserts of Southern California and is, I shit you not, named “Shepherd Shitposter McGee.” Shep, as every lawyer whose phone number they have and lives in fear of a phone call from has come to refer to him, asked on Bluesky last week “What, pray tell, are the limits of my spouse testifying against me in court?” Which was a little concerning, because as far as I know Shep isn’t actually married. It means he’s planning for future activities.
So, yeah, let’s do that. Let’s talk about the concepts of whether or not you can tell your spouse about your pending criminal activities or your criminal past with “Till Prosecution Do Us Part,” a discussion of marital privileges.
But first, a disclaimer.
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