I KNOW.

I feel like a bad spouse, constantly having to apologize here for neglectful behavior.  I suck.  Truly.

Work has been crazy hectic all week.  I’m doing the job of three people this week.  And, if I do say so myself, I am TOTALLY kickin’ ass and takin’ names.

Book Club is tonight, which I’m stoked about.  I need to unwind a bit.

A puppeteer won America’s Got Talent last night.  Yes, I cried.

Last weekend, we saw The Bourne Ultimatim  and The Last Legion.  We recommend the former for a FANTASTIC action movie (who knew Matt Damon was so damn hot?), and the latter for a movie that you can totally make fun of. (It was laughably bad.)

Ooh, and I leave you with this.. yesterday, when I got home, a HUGE tree was cut up on the other side of the street.  I figured, naturally, that they were cleaning up rotting trees. (Not unheard of in our historic neighborhood.) Fern stopped by when she saw Bryan and I walking to dinner and said that the entire tree (probably a good 40 foot fall oak) had TOPPLED over.  Had we been there, it would’ve demolished both mine and Bryan’s car. 

So here’s my question: is karma on our side, in that we WEREN’T there at the time?  Or did we just outwit karma this one time?  Because it could’ve fallen the OTHER way..