Two weeks from today, I’ll take my one and only final. Three days after that, I’ll do my last presentation and voila, an entire semester of graduate school will be behind me. I’ll be one quarter of my way towards being Master Janssen.
On Friday, we went to the Lauritzens for dinner and had the world’s best fajitas (best because every other fajitas I have ever partaken of has contained green peppers, since apparently no one has been alerted to the fact that cooked peppers are Satan’s own handiwork. Ask Bart if you do not believe me (I married him based 93% on his agreement on this issue). We played some games which I did not win, but which I did not cry over losing either. Because I’m mature like that.
On Saturday, we cleaned the house (I used bleach for maybe the first time ever and now my toilet is clean enough to lick (I would not recommend this, but it probably wouldn’t kill you)) and Bart did yard work since he is a man. And lo and behold, our backyard looks great!
We grabbed some lunch at McDonalds, hung around Barnes & Noble, went to the library and read and felt very much like two adults with no children and no homework (too bad I actually did have homework. But then, if I had done it then, what would I be procrastinating now?).
We went and saw The Spiderwick Chronicles, which we both thoroughly enjoyed (is there anything more lovely than a Saturday matinée?) for we are both young at heart. So young at heart, in fact, that we plan to rush out to see Horton Hears a Who as soon as it appears in the dollar theater (we are, of course, cheap at heart, too).
And um, I just realized I can’t remember anything about Saturday night. I’m sure we did things, but I cannot remember a thing. Apparently I am young at heart but old in memory.
Oh! We went for a bike ride. It was lovely. My legs almost fell off.