I Didn't Touch Your F******* Drum Set!

For those of you who don't recognize that quote yet, you must go see Stepbrothers, the new Will Ferrell/John C. Reilly movie. Hilarious. OK, in a very immature kind of way, but if you cracked a smile at Knocked Up, 40 Year Old Virgin, etc., or if you even remotely like Will Ferrell, you will love this movie. I laughed so hard it hurt.

Today I drove to my sister's house and we went to lunch, did a little shopping, then went to see this movie. We had a good time together, and ended up at Coldstone Creamery, even though it was rainy outdoors and almost chilly indoors. You just can't pass up the Coldstone.

Wednesday night cannot, CANNOT get here soon enough. On Wednesday night the bar exam will be over and I will have my husband back, and he will have his sanity back. Unfortunately, Friday morning (early) he leaves on a work trip to Colorado for several days. But after that, we will finally be able to have a real conversation (where I can actually believe he hears what I'm saying), think about possible houses again (put on hold during this horrible bar preparation time), and consider my job possibilities again (dreaded task).

The guy who interviewed/hired Z is not truly his boss, but I think it's common knowledge that another guy is leaving, and he will soon be the boss. Anyway, we went to that guy's home last night for dinner. Delicious food and good company. After starting off the week with an extremely immature Sunday School class of newlyweds (all seemingly 18 years old) and then spending all week at my new job, it was nice to hang out with actual adults and have intelligent conversation.

So tomorrow we are trying a different Sunday School class. Apparently there are enough "newlyweds" (how many years are we going to count?) in the church to warrant having two newlywed classes. From what I understand, it used to just be the one class, but the older couples tended to dominate the conversation and the younger couples who seemed to the teachers to be new in their faith needed more one-on-one time. So they split the class, and it just so happens that Z and I accidentally picked the wrong one. Age-wise I think we might have been in the right class, but otherwise it wasn't a good fit. We seemed more mature than the others and although they were nice and friendly, we didn't feel totally comfortable, so tomorrow we'll be trying the older version of the class. I guess if that doesn't work, we'll be headed somewhere else. The church only has about 50 Sunday School classes for adults.

Say a little prayer for Z if you think about it. We're both confident that he will do well on the exam, but it's still a huge, life-changing event, and a 3-day marathon. So, needless to say, he's stressed.