Jeez, I think that Ally McBeal family really is cursed--get a load of this exclusive: According to some gossipy seagulls, it's not only the waves that are breaking out at Malibu, where Courtney Thorne-Smith has lived with new hubby Andrew Conrad.

"She left him," said a beachcomber who doesn't sell sea tales by the seashore.

"It's over," said another source, a friend of the couple.

(Don't you just know the editors of the In Style wedding issue, which just splashed the buxom bride on its cover, are throwing more than rice at the fickle femme?)

And from the pretty bird's mouth herself: "Andy and I have mutually decided to separate," Thorne-Smith confirmed via her publicist. "There are no third parties involved. We remain good friends and will share custody of our dog."

Sweet, but I can't say I'm surprised. After all, Court and Andy fell into that persnickety long-term courting thang before they finally decided to get hitched.

You know that dating drill by now--Hank Azaria and Helen Hunt and Andre Agassi and Brooke Shields also fell under that short-lived altar spell--only after processions of poo-poohing it to begin with.

As I've said before, the only exceptions of the moment to that rule are Sarah Jessica Parker and Matthew Broderick. (And I hope they stay that way.)

And don't forget: Andy, a successful genetic researcher with semi surfer looks, had quite the rep for appreciating good-lookin' blondies like Courtney before settling down with the tube star.

But something tells me the (very rich) Ph.D is not back to his old ways, because I hear the doctor dude is more than down about his wife's decision to vamos.

The reason for the breakup? All I can tell you at this point is that parties close to the soon-to-be-suing partners say both Courtney and Andrew "want different things."

For the record, the couple joined in legal matrimony (with the help of that nasty but popular wedding gift known as a pre-nup) June 1, in a mountaintop garden on the Hawaiian island of Lanai. They wrote their own vows, which included Ms. T-S uttering, "I want to grow old with you."