Workers of the World, Unite!

I have to laugh at myself sometimes. I just get so so excited about things. Christopher enjoys this, and often has to remind me that I cannot expect him to get quite as worked up about things like getting mail, or gas prices falling two cents. Just the other day, I was hurt because when I reminded him that Labor Day was only five days off, he didn't do anything bigger than to say "I know, that's great!"  This left me confused--when a holiday approaches, whether it's my birthday, or Cinco de Mayo, I just can't do anything for days before. And when I win at Catch Phrase, or eat healthy for two meals straight, my day is golden. 

So with that background, everyone should appreciate exactly what Christopher did for me on August 26, 2008. This historic day was spent working my last 8 hours at the Missionary Training Center. This has been an awesome job for three years and I've absolutely loved the girls I've worked with...but that being said, it was time to go.  I walk into

 the apartment, after scouting our parking lot for Christopher's car--nowhere to be found. So I'm unsuspecting as I open the door and almost have a heart attack when Chris jumps out of the laundry room wearing a Transformers party hat, shouting "Surprise!"  

I look around and there are signs all over the apartment that say "No More MTC!" and "This is a Work-Free Zone!"  among others. They're everywhere. And on the IKEA coffee table there is a board game, modified to the name "MTC Escape!"  Here, Christopher changed all of the board spots to say things like "Take notes at a meeting. Go back five spaces." Or, "Spend an entire afternoon without helping someone. Go back three spaces."  "Leave early, roll again!"  And my favorite spaces were the most frequent. "MTC party, take a treat!"  where I could choose out of two bowls filled with my favorite candy. 

After the game, the pizza guy came with our dinner, and we watched a movie. I am free--the MTC has no more claim upon my soul. And Christopher was actually excited!