Last night I had this long elaborate dream that involved me discovering that Joey married me five years ago only for the purpose of buying a house.  And now that we had finally bought a house, he was planning to kill me. With a knife, in Canada.

I woke up after we had finally gotten to Canada and were in the taxi (it was sparkly and red) and we were driving to our hotel where I was pretty sure I was going to die.

Fortunately, I woke up.

And then I said, “Um, are you planning to kill me?  Do you have a knife?  Are we going to Canada?”

Joey was really confused.  But I think he’s going to let me live.

Now that we have a permanent, real, INDIANA address it’s time for new driver’s licenses.  And new plates on the cars.  Before we get pulled over and the 5-0 is all WHY DO YOU HAS TEXAS PLATES IF YOU LIVE IN INDIANA?!  Maybe no one else is worried about this, but it stresses me out every time I get on the road.  I’m pretty sure I have a little sign above my car that says “She moved here but she hasn’t changed her plates yet, give her a ticket and yell at her.”

I was talking with Angel yesterday afternoon and she mentioned that I would have to take a test when I got my Indy license.  I got real pale and light-headed and immediately thought I am so going to fail this test 25 times and then I’ll never get a Indiana license.

Maybe pregnancy has made me a pessimist.  Or maybe it happened before I got pregnant.  Either way, I was not thinking positively when I arrived at the BMV with my Texas driver’s license, birth certificate, marriage license, social security card, passport, and two documents proving I have an Indiana address.

Well, I passed the test.  The guy said I passed “a ton” but not more than the allowed number.  I was so shocked I didn’t even care how many I missed.

Joey’s getting his license this afternoon, and we’re getting plates for the Corolla, but the RAV4 will take a few extra weeks since it’s new.  But we’ll be 75% legal, and I guess that’s better than the 0% we were up until yesterday.

Once we have a regular old party at the BMV, we’re heading back out to the house to measure rooms to ascertain how much paint we need, and to take panoramic “before” shots of the rooms.  Joey said I could go measure the rooms myself this morning, but that sounded stressful.  I like to estimate paint by looking at the room with my eyeballs and making a value judgement about how much paint the room feels like it needs.  Here’s my guess right now:

• Kitchen – 1 gallon
• Bedrooms – 1 gallon each
• Purple bathroom – 1 gallon (and JOEY was the one who picked the purple color.  I almost passed out.)
• Other bathroom – 1 gallon
• Great Room-ish Type Thing – 4 gallons

We’ll see how close I am.

And now, it’s time to go walk Henry because he’s been entirely to spastic this morning.  He’s been nuts ever since I took him to the house yesterday afternoon and he was like THIS HOUSE IS MINE!!! and ran around it like he was being nice to let us live there, pay his mortgage, and feed him.

Panoramic pictures forthcoming.  Not sure when, but forthcoming.