Slow News Day

Not much to report today. No office supply scandals or ignorant comments or sabotaged nuptials. (By the way, Bryan said he saw the infamous couple last night -- in his apartment complex -- and they were wearing wedding bands. He was able to duck out of sight before they noticed him.)

Hmm...well, I almost bit it today walking down the hall. My stiletto got caught on a snag in the carpet and I tripped up pretty good. I didn't hit the deck, but I did do a nice little jig. You know, complete with the quick look behind the shoulder to see if anyone had been looking.

And...my friend Mark emailed a harrowing story about his cats, a cloud of locusts, and the devil's own dinner (boiled pork liver). I'm trying to get him to share this and his other stories in a blog, but he's resisting, claiming we bloggers are "crazy." Raise your hand if you think Mark needs to get a blog.