Buddy had a rough night.

Buddy, a 14 month old lab owned jointly by BH and me, had a rough night. BH takes an herbal supplement called melatonin to help him sleep. BH placed a single melatonin tablet on the coffee table as he went to the kitchen to get some water to take the pill with. Before he could return, Buddy managed to swallow the pill in one gulp. I panicked, thinking he would surely go to sleep and not wake up. After BH reasoned with me and convinced me that we hadn't just killed our dog, we took the dogs along for a ride to McDonald's to get an ice cream cone.

After we purchased our late night snack and in route to BH's house, we were rear-ended by a car at a red light. Buddy, bless his heart, bounced off the back of my seat and landed in a crumpled mess in the back seat, only to hop back up and stick his head out the window to check out the cause of the commotion. I asked BH to role up the windows to prevent the dogs from escaping. In this process, we managed to role poor Buddy's head up in the window. After much thrashing around and flailing, we managed to free him from the window and secure him safely in the back seat while BH dealt with the aforementioned rear-ender.

After taking a melatonin, surviving a car accident, and then having his head rolled up in a window, he slept rather soundly last night. Bless his little heart. If he made it through yesterday, he might be with us for the long haul.

Twice! Yes, two times!

Twice in the last two days (yes, two times) I have tripped on myself and fallen in the office. TWICE!

Yesterday my heel of my shoe got caught in the cuff of my pants and when I tried to march ahead, I found myself with my face in the fake ficus and the rest of my sprawled out across the carpet.

Today I got my shoe caught in my un-cuffed pants somehow and actually tripped and slid across the carpet in the hall. A nice carpet burn on my palm and shattered pride resulting.

Just evidence that I am so clumsy it physically hurts.

Previously mentioned nuptuals

It was such an honor to stand with my beautiful friend at her wedding! How incredible does she look?!

We had so much fun at the wedding, Brit.

Weddings, Fall TV, and What-Not

I have failed entirely to blog regularly, as I had promised. I blame it on the fact that my home computer is broken. My laptop has some sort of lose something-or-other inside that won't allow it to get a charge or charge the battery. In other words, I have the world's most expensive paperweight on my desk.

One of my dearest friends was married last month. It was a tremendous wedding and an even better reception. Kudos to Britta for a great, great time.

Another one of my best friends has managed to break the binds of the all-too-powerful billable hour and has decided to use her law degree to protect the public by prosecuting dirty-rotten scoundrels. I'm so proud of her!

My dear sister is still working away in North Carolina. Busy as a (little)bee, but keeping her head above water. Hopefully I'll make my way to her new digs over Thanksgiving.

As Fall television has started, it has been even more difficult to keep up with the blogging duties. I've been thinking about Lost for about 4 days now and still don't think I know what in the heck is going on. And what the heck is up with the guy locked in the basement on Desparate Housewives? I remember evening TV used to consist of Moonlighting and Facts of Life. Maybe a little Dukes of Hazard. With the exception of Twighlight Zone, everything was relatively, well, recognizable. When did our world get so weird that the public reflection of its self through art turned into a plane crash on an island with a quarantined capsule, a group of fishing pirates, and dead people who show up at the weirdest times? Maybe tv has turned from art and a reflection of society to nothing more than a diversion. Art for art's sake. There ain't nothing wrong with that if the result is Jack jumping down a capsule hatch to find Kate. Oh yeah, there ain't nothing wrong with that.