I told Daniel this story this morning, and it reminded me that it was a funny story to tell to people.

I dated a guy that was on America’s Most Wanted.

Don’t judge me.  He wasn’t a criminal.  He wasn’t even wrongly accused.  He was an actor that played a criminal in one of the poorly produced reenactments.

For some reason I get a huge kick out of telling people that my ex was on this show, and watching their reactions.

Struggling actors (like car salesmen) don’t make great life partners – they have one good month and they have to sail on that paycheck until the next wind gust comes and pushes them forward.  When I was with David (the non-criminal from America’s Most Wanted) he was living off money he made from a McDonalds commercial a few years prior.

This email made me say, “wait, really?”  And then it turns out that he just has a really unfortunate name.

So I’ve been officially invited to join the Google Voice family, and I’m struggling to pick my number.  Thanks to all of you Phoenix bitches that stole all the (602) area codes on the first round of beta testing.

So now I’m toying with a “vanity” number.  Something like (913)3-Lawson.

I’ll let you know what I go with when I get it.

If you don’t know about Google Voice, it’s this pretty cool thing that lets you pick a number that you’ll be stuck with FOREVER…and you can easily go online and setup your calls to forward to your home or office or cell.  And it also transcribes your voicemails into text messages and sends them over.  Flipping cool, right?

On the 12th day of each month a bunch of bloggers take 12 photos of their day.  Here are mine for July 2009.

If you’d like to see the collection of everyone’s photos, go to Chad’s page.

We went and saw WICKED last night, and the PlayBill is sitting on the counter.

It's a lazy Sunday. Dan went to a baseball game and I hung out with Olive.

For a guy that collects books, I rarely re-read them...but I had to pull this one out and re-read after a recent conversation with Dan about the book.

Olive got a bath.

A reflection of Dan and myself.

Stopped at the grocery store to pick up this and that.

Freaking hot. And a good song.

If it wasn't a million degrees, it'd be prettier.

As Dan cooks dinner, I take a mini-nap on the floor. Olive is confused.

Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Didn't get a photo of dinner. It was consumed too quickly.

Some of Dan's wall-art hanging by the front door.

We replaced the "love tree" (that's a long story) with some basil. So far we haven't killed it!

Ever since Dunkin’ Donuts revealed their new image and started peddling iced-coffee, I thought that I’d really like to give it a try…but I don’t live close to one.

Luckily on Friday I spent the night at my parent’s house and I on my way to the club on Saturday morning I passed a Dunkin’ Donuts and pulled in and bought a delicious iced coffee.

One thing that I noticed about the logo is that the font kind of looks like the font I used on this site.  Am I right?

It was 100% unintentional.  Do you think that when I re-designed this site I subliminally connected to the Dunkin design?

As a side-note, when I twittered that I was loving the Dunkin’ Donuts coffee, my friend Joe replied:

joeb7474Dunkin’ Donuts is a good place for a diabetic to hang.

Good point, Joe.  But they’ll sweeten your coffee with Splenda.

Olive hates clothes.

Most self-respecting dogs hate getting dressed up…yet for some reason I was certain that Olive needed a tutu.

I bought Olive a t-shirt a few months ago and she took it off and urinated on it.  And then I started putting a bandana around her neck, and when I came home from work Dan had taken it off of her.  She’s just not a clothes dog.

So I’m totally besties with Kevin Spacey.

As you know, I was in New Orleans last weekend, and I had a kind of run-in with Usual Suspects/American Beauty/LA Confidential actor Kevin Spacey…or K-Space as I now call him.

It started when we went to breakfast at The Alpine Bistro on Saturday.  When we walked in, I instantly spotted K-Space sitting at a table with some other dude.  “That’s Kevin Spacey,” I said under my breath to KC and Daniel.

“That is not Kevin Spacey,” Dan replied loudly.  He’s used to my faux celebrity spottings, and acted how he always does.

Well this time I was right!  K-Space instantly covered his face when Dan yelled out his name.

And as luck would have it, we got seated right next to him.  The three of us were really courteous.  We didn’t run up and ask for a photo or interrupt his breakfast.  We just all got on our phones and Tweeted the experience.  My tweet was:

Holy crap Kevin Spacey is sitting next to us at the Alpine cafe in New Orleans.

We had a fun time teasing our friend Erin that wasn’t able to attend breakfast with us because she was participating in some HR conference (the entire reason for the trip).

The following morning we went to The Court Of  Two Sisters (which I keep calling The Tale Of Two Sisters) for a Sunday brunch and guess who showed up?  My bro…K-Space!

The only problem was that K-Space brought his dog, and The Court of… doesn’t allow dogs (even celebrity dogs).  So I twittered this:

Dang, @kevinspacey is stalking us! He showed up at The Court of Two Sisters and was turned away because he had a dog.

You’ll notice that I “@” him, thinking he might get a laugh out of the tweet.  Well, he did read it…and he replied!

@MrMikeLawson Manager was very nice so didn’t feel ‘turned away’. Some places can’t have dogs, though they should be allowed everywhere!

For some reason it feels good when anyone replies to my tweets…but it feel particularly good when Lester Burnham K-Space does it!

I replied to K-Space and said:

@KevinSpacey totally understand. We will let you know where we are eating tonight….so “stalking” can commence again.

K-Space never replied.  I’m sure he’s just really focused on his new movie.