Certified

I passed my LC board exam!!! This news was a bit more exciting last night after 4 glasses of wine, but whatever, it's still good news.

P.S. The wine was unrelated to the news. I was already drunk when I looked up my results. If you can swing it, I highly recommend looking up stressful test results while intoxicated.

P.P.S. I was drinking with friends, Katie who was visiting from out of town, and my internet friend Margo, who is not from out of town. Margo lives maybe 15 blocks away from me, but we seem to only hang out on the internet. Such is my life. But, I hope to amend this, because not only does she live so close I could almost walk to her house, (But not really. Hills.) she also makes her own pizzas. Did you know people make their own pizzas? And I'm not talking about the kind where you pay a premium for half cooked pizza that you have to bake yourself. (Yeah, what's up, Papa John's? I hear you are excellent and tasty, but it's the PRINCIPLE. I refuse to pay the same price as cooked pizza for the privilege of cooking it myself!) And sure, we've all thrown down a Boboli pizza crust with dubious toppings on hand. (Why is it that I always seem to have corn, but not olives?)

But I'm talking about really rolling out your own dough. She had, like, pizza-making accoutrements. Like one of those wood paddles you beat sex partners with or take pizzas out of the oven with:

Granted, it could go either way, but I've never met anyone who was so into spanking or pizza-making as to actually own a wood paddle. She also owns this:

Again, S&M or pizza? It could go either way, but I suspect it's mostly for pizza.

And now that I've gone completely off topic and alienated a valuable, pizza-making new friend, I'm going to quit while I'm ahead. I'm board certified to look at boobs!

Edited to add:
James corrected me in the comments that actually it's Papa Murphy's that you take and bake. I guess I have nothing against Papa John's after all. I always get them confused. They're like Nick Nolte and Gary Busey to me.