We ended up going to “Knocked Up” last night. 

It was a really great movie.  Both of the main actors did fantasti jobs with their parts.  The story was great.  The comedy was great.  The ending was fantastic.  It was a little too rated R, I thought, for the content, but I was able to deal with it.  (Lots of boobies in this one!)  I’m really glad we went, it was a lot of fun, even when it didn’t get over until 12:45.

Today, I have spent most of the day at the lake.  Not really, because I spent most of the day looking for the dog that got lost.  My stupid puppy, Flint, followed me when I was leaving the house to go have lunch with Brock.  (Monday Tradition.)  When I came back, he wasn’t at the house or near the road.  So I drove up and down the road, calling for him out the window, and eventually gave up because there was too much traffic and no place to pull over and look.  I came back to the house, parked, and then walked back out to the main intersection, and started calling for him again. 

Next thing I know, a big white suburban pulls up to the stop sign across from me.  A lady rolls her window down and yells to me, “Are you looking for a dog?!”  I screamed back, “YES!  Have you seen him?”  She said, “What kind of dog is it?”  I told her, and she laughed and said, “We found him, come with us!” 

They let me get in the car with them, and drove me back to their house, where they had Flint out on a porch.  He seemed shaken up and scared, and they told me that he was just walking around on the road, and was probably going to get hit… so they brought “her” home.  They also told me that “she” was the sweetest dog ever.  I laughed, and had tears in my eyes becuase I was so sure I was going to find him in a ditch somewhere.  I got off really lucky. 

So!  Thank goodness I found my dog!  And everything is ok!

Steak and Shake for dinner?  I hope so!