Two months ago, John and I installed Elfa shelving from The Container Store into one of my office closets. It was glorious. Finally, I had room for all of my file boxes, office supplies, and miscellany. Sitting at my desk this afternoon, I heard a crackling sound coming from the closet. Thinking it was one of the cats, I opened the closet door, looked around, and didn't see anything so I went back to work. Then, several minutes later, I heard the crackling noise again. I walked over to the closet and opened the door, then had a split second to realize what was about to happen: the brackets had pulled loose from the wall and all five shelves, complete with file boxes, office supplies, and miscellany, came crashing down. Fortunately, I wasn't hurt. But The Container Store got a nasty phone call from John after we unloaded all of my belongings off of the shelves and onto the floor. Stay tuned...

...something always bites you in the ass. John and I have been thinking (in a very vague, hypothetical way) about getting a second dog. We've been talking about getting another Ridgeback, so I've been looking at the available dogs on Ridgeback rescue websites. One dog in particular stood out: a lovely young female Ridgeback named Nora. She was in Tennessee, so close enough that we could drive there to pick her up, and she seemed like a great fit for our household (except, of course, for the fact that we already have four animals). Tonight I went to check again, and she was gone. It's fabulous news, of course, because it means that she found a home. But I had sort of gotten my hopes up. So, we'll keep talking about it, and going back and forth on it, and trolling websites. My mother-in-law has always said that everything happens for a reason. Now, I've always thought that particular sentiment was bunk. But maybe there's something to it.