I was so excited about actually finally getting to update my blog yesterday that I completely forgot something important, and that's THANK YOU! to everyone at "Personal Profiles" in Eastern Middle School, especially Abbey-- you all made my first tv interview so much fun!

And okay, I've been asked about this a lot, so I'm going to tell you the UTTERLY HUMILIATING story of how I came to mess up my finger. (I hate typing hairline fracture. It makes me feel like I should stop typing and wrap my finger up like a mummy again. And I don't want to!!)

ANYWAY. Here's what happened. I was eating breakfast, half-asleep like I always am in the morning, and went to get the paper, which had--as papers do--slid off the table and onto the floor (who do papers do that? WHY?), and when I went to pick it up, I managed to--and this is the really humiliating part--FALL OFF MY CHAIR.

I know, you envy my grace, don't you? (And now you know why there was no dancing at my wedding--who knows what would have happened if I'd tried that???)

So I fall off my chair, and put my hands out to brace myself. I actually managed to land on them, which was all well and good except I managed to fall mostly onto my left hand, and specifically my left index finger, which made an awful cracking sound (seriously, it was nasty-sounding), and before I knew it, I was headed to the ER.

The moral of the story is: Avoid newspapers in the morning at all costs!!!

All right, not really. The real dream moral is this: clearly I shouldn't attempt doing anything in the morning, and should instead lie around in bed and have breakfast (and the paper!) brought to me.

Or I could, you know, try not to FALL OFF CHAIRS.