Why I Should Listen to My Husband More Often

I DID IT!!!
I passed my Insurance Licensing Exam! In about a week, I will be an official insurance producer for Shelter Insurance.
The test was brutal. 3 hours to complete 170 questions. But, of course, it couldn't be that simple.
First off, I'm sick today. I went to work, but only after downing about a billion Tums and praying that I wouldn't puke all over my 'test day' clothes (BTW, totally doesn't matter what you wear. The guy taking the official license picture will screw up the picture DMV-style no matter what). After about 2 hours of barely-functional work, my boss sent me home. Did I mention before that she is awesome? Well, she is. So I went home and slept from 10 to 11:30, when Paul got home. He made me split-pea and bacon soup, which completely looks like green puke, but was exactly what I wanted. I crawled out of bed, made myself look presentable, printed out a mapquest to the site, and left. Then I turned around and went back inside 'cause I definately left the print-out on the printer.
The address I was given was for a bank, so I freaked out and thought I was lost, which was especially great because I left my cell at home. Luckily, there was an awesome receptionist who informed me that yes, I was in the right place. When I got into the right reception area (which required walking back outside - In the almost-rain), I slipped my purse off my shoulder and popped a button off my coat. I was certain that this was a sign of things to come. I had to show two forms of ID and sign a long document saying I knew I couldn't look at notes, talk to other people, or chew gum during the test. The guy took my picture, put my stuff in a locker (about this time I inhailed my gum - good thing, 'cause if I had taken it into the testing room, they would have voided my test), and gave me a key to the locker, some earplugs, and a wet-erase-board (so they could see my notes after the test - a little paranoid, I think).
Anyhow, a lot of drama. But I passed! I'll never know how well I did, 'cause they only show you your score if you fail. I'm okay with that. I'd rather know, but I'll live.
And now, my husband is taking me to get some celebratory ice cream.