I'll be checking into the ER tonight.

I may or may not be about to have a full blown panic attack.

I'm going to try to make a long story short. Keep in mind, I said try.

Yesterday completely out of the blue, Barry got a phone call from the Weber County Sheriff. You know that job we have been waiting for and stressing about for over a year now? Yeah, that's the same one. This morning he goes for an interview with the Sheriff & Under Sheriff. All goes well. This afternoon he has a job offer in his lap.

Could you hold on please while I go breath in a paper bag?

OK, I think I'm gonna make it.

So after much discussion and Barry and I just blankly staring at each other with looks of shock on our faces, it looks as if he may take the job. There are pros, there are cons, it was just so darn unexpected!!! We were past this, we had moved on, we had shipped it off to sea in one of those cute little bottles never to be seen again and now here it sits in our laps again.

-insert huge sigh of anti-panic type breathing here-

Being that one of the big cons is that Barry has to shave his goatee, and you might think it's funny that it's even an issue but it's a huge issue for both of us, we have decided to try the following. Barry gets to shave it all off starting first thing tomorrow and if the both of us can stand it then he will take the job. So in case you don't see us soon, I am going to be 30 this fall and I'm married to the clean shaven guy that looks 15. :)