Oh yes.

I just had my last day of work and well, it felt odd. Odd because I will miss all the great people I got to work with. Odd because I no longer am required to wear pants everyday. And odd how I feel an enormous weight suddenly lifted from my shoulders.

No more house to maintain/pay for.

No more job to go to.

No more 40 min commute each way.

And in only one month, no more god-forsaken CFA.

Bryan takes his exam in just under one month and I cannot wait to bid a resounding adieu to this mother-effin 3-year chapter of our lives. Anyone who has gotten a masters, passed the MCAT, or made it through Breaking Bad can sympathize with us, here. It sucks. It is all-consuming, insanely frustrating and means tough sacrifices in every other avenue of your life.

But it’s almost over. And the day when he gets that little email in August and finally gets to insert those three blessed letters after his name, I will drink 4 gimlets breathe a HUGE sigh of relief.

And I’m not even the one taking the exam! Until then, I will continue my routine of making him sub-par dinners, showering him with atta-boys and trying to keep the volume down when I watch Scandal.

I may also be able to start actually enjoying this crazy process of planning my wedding. And lemme tell ya, if it weren’t for my mom, sister Megan and our friend Barbara, this wedding would literally be me and Bryan sitting at a picnic table with a couple pigs in a blanket and a 30 bomb of Bud Light.

Maybe drivin around in this? MAMA WANT.

It’s time to start buying matching bridesmaid bathrobes and embroidering sappy messages on hankies for our moms. It’s time to assemble a reception playlist which will include one or all of the following:

• My Humps by the Black Eyed Peas
• Happy by Pharell
• Africa by Toto
• Hold On by Wilson Phillips

YAASSSS.

What else will being unemployed bring? Time for organizing my candle collection, perhaps?  Hopefully gourmet-ish meals for Bry and I, an impeccably kept home and careful life reflection. More likely though, it will include watching Ellen on the daily, “yoga” in the living room wearing pajamas and starting happy hour at noon.

What would you do if you were me? Lemme know.