I'm certain there's a monster in my bathtub.

I keep hearing strange clanking noises coming from the tub drain.  But that's neither here nor there.  We're in to week three, and soon I'll have to stop counting the days.
We went to First Christian Church with Ryan this Sunday.  It was interesting.  Definitely more high church than we are used to, complete with small children as candle lighters, a choir with robes, and a minister in a red, white, and blue tie drinking sweet tea from McDonald's in the pulpit.  The church has a big pipe organ, that is pretty cool, but on the whole, I don't think it's one that we'll go back to.  Everyone was still very nice, though, and as we were leaving, one lady came running out the door to say hi to me, because apparently I met her a few days earlier.  "We met you the other day!  It's so good to see you!  Do you remember?  I'm Virgil the 3rd's wife!"  I do remember meeting her, now, at the ribbon cutting for Party Planet, but I'm afraid I have absolutely no recollection of Virgil the 3rd.  I'm sure I will remember him next time, though.
After church we went to lunch with Ryan and discovered our new favorite restaurant.  Legends.  It's nothing special, I guess, but in Jesse's words "This place is way better than Ernie's...and we haven't even gotten our food yet!"  Ernie's is a Mexican place in town that everyone goes to, but nobody really likes, except for the steak.  I'm not sure about all the food, since we all had cheeseburgers, but the cheeseburgers were pretty great.  I have a feeling we might spend quite a few Sunday afternoons there.
I spent a good amount of Monday trying to catch a biker on Grand Theft Auto.  I eventually got incredibly frustrated and felt like it was stealing my soul.  After giving up on being a gamer, I went to the Administration office again and dropped off all the paperwork for the sub application.  I have an appointment to get fingerprinted for my criminal background check on Thursday.  I have to drive to Abilene to get it done, but it will be nice to have an excuse to get out of town.  It's hard to justify driving 60 miles just because you're bored, especially when you're alone.  But when you have a reason...you can go and kill an entire day!  I've started making a list of things I can't get in Breckenridge, like bleach pens, slacks, bullion and a pizza cutter.
Tomorrow we're going with Jody and Mel to their baby appointment, which should be fun.  Jesse commented the other day that everyone at work is having babies, and he feels left out.  Then he said that he's praying for twins.  But don't worry...we're still not planning on popping any out anytime soon.  We just really aren't ready for that yet, so don't get any funny ideas.  Ben told me something that you can eat that's supposed to increase your chance of having twins, but I forgot what it was.  Anyway, I'm not too keen on the idea of twins.  Jesse's not the one whose back would have to cart all that around for 9 months, after all.
Well that's about all I've got for ya.  I'm debating making cheesecake...I have some stale snickerdoodles that would make a good crust.