Ding, dong the witch is dead...

I mean fired. Neener, neener, neener.

This just goes to show you that sometimes there is justice in this world.

So surreal...

Do you ever have one of those moments where you think to yourself "Did that really just happen?" Michael and I had one of those moments on Friday and I'm still thinking about it.

So, last Friday Michael and I met our dear friend Burt for lunch at this little hole in the wall bar near our house. Some of you might remember Burt from our wedding. He was the short elderly gentleman who kept talking about his "sperm-in-law." Of course, that's a story for another time. Anyway, Burt is an interesting person. He's so nice and so outgoing and just loves talking to people.

Well, we're eating lunch, and Burt's friend David walks in and joins us. He's a doctor with a rehab medicine practice and had recently returned from a trip to Ethiopia (we're not at the surreal part yet). And then Burt asks David if the couple at the table next to us looked familiar. David says that he doesn't recognize them but by then Burt has gone over to them to invite them to join our table.

The couple, Wes and Monica, agree to join us and they pull up some stools from the bar. We're chatting with them for a bit and then Burt asks them how they met. Wes looks at Monica and Monica looks at Wes and they're saying to each other "You tell them." "No, you." "Okay, I'll tell them." Monica tells us that they met in a bar. But Burt decides that their story lacks a little pizazz and that's when Monica says "Actually, I'm a stripper and I always swore I wouldn't do this but I did. I ended up dating a customer." And we all laugh and think "Ha ha--she's so funny!" Except...she wasn't kidding. Um, she really is a stripper. Oh, dear god, she really is a stripper. Hee!

Of course, then we had to talk all about strippers and it was a fascinating conversation. She told us that girls of all shapes and sizes work at the club with her and that she really likes the work. I had to ask about the whole pole dancing thing and she told us that 2 of the poles are stationary but the others are mounted on ball bearings so when you see the girls fling themselves around the poles, they aren't spinning on the pole, the pole is spinning them. Monica, however, eschews the pole because she's afraid she'll hurt herself on it. We had a short discussion on the stripping business (unfortunately no time for feminist discourse) but then it was time for Michael to go back to work and I had to run errands.

But before we go, Burt invites our new...acquaintances?...to our party that we had on Saturday. What the hell? It turns out that Monica and Wes live in our neighborhood so that's cool b/c we love meeting people from our neighborhood but Burt didn't even ask, he just invited these people. So, we left wondering if they would show and, of course, I told half the people at our party about this couple and they never came. But David and his wife Sarah joined us and they were lovely. Everyone at our party was wondering if Sarah was the stripper but, alas, she was not. Anyway, Monica and Wes didn't come to our party but we have an open invitation to come see her here. Apparently they have male strippers on Saturday night.

Our little family...

For those of you who haven't seen our newest 4-legged addition, here she is...

Esme is approximately 3 years old and just a sweet, sweet girl. She can be the devil in disguise so don't let the cuteness fool you. Esme was found abandoned in an empty apartment with 7 one week old puppies and she was brought in to SICSA with pups in tow. The staff helped Esme (then named Nina) with raising her pups and after they were old enough they were all adopted. Only Esme hadn't yet found a family to adopt her but if you ask me, I think it was a little bit of fate on our side that brought us together.

She doesn't like having her picture taken so we don't very many good ones to post yet but I promise we'll put up more soon.