Done. Done, done, done.

Yesterday, I received a note in our mailbox saying that we had a registered letter waiting for us at the post office. Which is unfortunate, because we have to drive a long way to get to our post office in a direction that we never go.

So, I made the trip and was dreaming the entire way about what it could be. Maybe someone sent as a large sum of money anonymously. You know, because they didn't need it and thought maybe we could use it.

Hey . . . it could happen.

Or, maybe I won one of those $1000 Target gift cards for one of the 25 satisfaction surveys I fill out every month. And I just missed the e-mail telling me it was coming. I had myself pretty much convinced that this was what it would be.

But it turned out to be my diploma. I now officially have my masters degree. I'm not going to lie to you . . . it was a bit of a letdown.

But after some consideration, I realized that that piece of paper is worth the $18,000 I paid for it. Because, seriously, now I can get a job as a professional Sunday School teacher ANYWHERE. It was so worth it.