Dudes! I forgot to mention it was Josh and my first anniversary last weekend.

We knew we'd be getting the new pup on Sunday, so we went out to celebrate Saturday night.

We got all dolled up (I forgot how nice I look when I shower and blow out my hair) and headed out to Bon-soiree in Bucktown. Bon-soiree catered our wedding, but they're also an amazing creative restaurant- and BYOB to boot! We stopped at Red and White to pick up three of the best bottles of wine I've ever had the pleasure of drinking.

We ran into the puppet show bicycle guy, I've seen his bike/theater closed up all over town, but Saturday was the first time I've ever seen him (her?) performing. Weird. And Lovely. And everything I am starting to love about living in Chicago.

So. Great food. Three bottles of terrific wine... the thing is, three bottles of terrific wine is still three bottles of wine... and we were sauced. We managed to make it home, I think we watched a SNL rerun, and apparently had an impromptu photo shoot. God, I love the silly things I end up doing when I'm drunk.

Morning came too soon- and with it, Murph's last chance to enjoy the perks of being an only dog.

We had to get up and clean the house because the people from Greyhounds Only, the greyhound rescue organization, were bringing Tiber to live with us.

Their visit lasted three hours. The three longest hours I've ever spent trying to pretend I'm not hung-over. I will say that both and Josh and I gave ovation-worthy performances. I'd like to think we came across as responsible adults who just really, really love Gatorade.