Can't get my thoughts together...

So, I thought I'd share with you what I ate for breakfast this morning - pavement. Yup, that's right, I was crossing the street towards my office and fell. Didn't slip, didn't trip, just fell. On my face. Right in front of One Shell Square. Totally embarrassed. Just a scratch to my chin, my lip is a bit puffy - but only on one side, God forbid I'd at least get a whole "beestung" lip out of it. But I feel bad (ah,yes, the guilt) because some man tried to help me up and, as I recall (it's kind of sketchy) I waved him away so I could pull myself up using the light post. I don't think I thanked him. So now I feel bad that he offered help and I didn't thank him. That's the kind of thing that could be the catalyst to terrorist activity - you know, pay it forward (in reverse?) kind of stuff - he's miffed I didn't say thanks, so he's rude to someone else, who's rude to someone else....you could end up with total anarchy and the downfall of modern society.

In other news, next week marks my 2nd anniversary with the firm. Wow, it doesn't seem like I've been there that long; it still feels like my "new" job. And, I'm still loving it.

Took Ian today for his orthodontic consultation and he is getting braces on May 12. They wanted to do it May 11 but I told them that's my birthday (*cough*BarnesandNoblegiftcard*cough*) and I'm taking a "me" day off of work and didn't want to spend it at the orthodontist's office.

Just as an FYI, my favorite curse word is "mother f*cker". Why was I thinking about this? I don't know, but I was. If you stop and think about it, it's really a huge insult. Unless your mom is hot....wait, no, even then it's still an insult. I don't know, as far as curse words go, it's a good one.