This weekend we went out of town for Laura's wedding. It went beautifully, Laura seemed really under control and not hysterical or Bride-zilla like in the least, and her wedding pictures are going to turn out really very well, because Laura and Andy are very photogenic, not that I am jealous at all. It's very weird seeing one of your friends get married. Laura, I deeply apologize for whatever pictures you find on those disposable cameras you left on the table. I didn't take any lewd ones, but I'm fairly certain that someone did.

I still feel like I need another dozen hours of sleep. Yesterday we left Pennsylvania rather early because there was another full day's worth of stuff do to on Sunday, and here I am at 6:13 a.m, pantsless, what the hell I'm going to wear to work and realizing that I'm really not in the mood to work at ALL. For the next four days. Also, it's the last billing day of the month, and for those of you who work in corporations, you know what that means.

We're also bringing Steve back from the vet this morning, and I'm a bit afraid that he's going to tear up the apartment because he may be angry with us at being boarded at the vet's all weekend. We left him shaking in fear, but still tentatively licking the kennel attendant's face in a friendly manner, so I hope he was OK and not TOO bad, and that he didn't hump anyone while he was there. I know if I were talking about Steve my brother I probably couldn't count on as much.

Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to find pants I go.