Four Week Anniversary

Four weeks married. Three weeks in Charleston.

Tonight was our first night of helping out at Blessed Sacrament's youth group. I had forgotten how energetic 6th-8th graders can be. Kyle and I were the new break-ins, and luckily we weren't hazed by the kids. Not everyone had the right names on their nametags, but other than that, we got through unscathed. In fact, we even made friends! We were asked if we would be at the beach retreat, and... if we were related.

"Yeah, he's my husband."
"Really? I thought you were brother and sister."
"Nope, we'rrrre married."
"You're kidding."
[Shows rings.]
"Aren't you a little young to be married?"

Hah.

All in all, it was a great experience! We met the priest, and he remembered us from our registration card, and we got a free dinner of spaghetti and funfetti cake (shout out to Eva).

In other news, I started my new job yesterday at Charleston Pain and Rehabilitation Center. It was... fine. The doctor has connections with an attorney / a number of attorneys in town, and we get all of his/their clients (i.e. if someone trips and falls and sues, we treat them.) My first day's task was pulling charts and making phone calls. I had to call people who had missed their appointment without notice and try to reschedule. More than once, the person on the list had missed their appointment because they were in jail. And they couldn't reschedule because... they were still in jail. Up side: I get to wear comfy scrubs.

The Longhorns are on air here tonight versus Colorado! I was in tears earlier today thinking about the prospect of not seeing them for an entire season. Kyle tried to soothe me by offering to get the College Football Package. As much as I don't want to spend money on that, I don't know how I'll handle a (re)separation after seeing them play tonight.

Oh, and... we didn't run in the 5K after all. Shocker.