Eh? I can't hear yeh, I got wax in my ear!

Short update:  After this week (fingers crossed), I will be a more exciting person.  This week?  The final hearing on a case that's been weighing me down like a pack mule and Continuing Legal Education.  That's four solid hours of ethics, BABY!  Right on!  Anybody want to rock out to some ethics videos with me?  Learn about how you shouldn't sleep with your client?  Anyone?  Anyone?  Bueller?

In other news, I busted my hump cleaning house on Saturday.  Then I hogtied Jeff and made him go to Target with me, for such thrilling purchases as toilet paper, Liquid Plumber, Nivea Face Wash and new socks.  Somewhere along the way, Jeff decided to buy the biggest honkin' candle I've ever seen in my life. 

We strapped the candle to the top of my car, hoisted the candle up our stairs, arranged it on our glass coffee table and lit it to make the house smell good.  We smiled at each other, thinking how fresh and wonderful our house would smell (since it normally smells of the former resident's cat).  We held hands, sat on the couch, and watched TV for a hour.  Smelling. Looking. Smiling.

Then Jeff blew out the candle with the fury of an F5 tornado.  In slow motion, a wave of green wax arched gracefully over the glass coffee table and hovered over our not so beautiful carpet, before plopping ever so gently over every square inch of glass, the carpet, my leg, J's wallet, and my pretty blown glass containers from my sister.

Have you ever tried to clean up that much friggin' wax? NOT. FUN. PEOPLE.