How far is a century?

It's 136 miles if you're on a bike, apparently. Part three of Isaac's bachelor weekend is a noteworthy accomplishment, I must say. Parts one and two included mostly large balls of flame and testosterone-filled entertainment, but for the last part, Isaac, Justin, and Tommy donned their ever so flattering bike shorts and joined hundreds of other adventurers on the Century bike ride. It's supposedly only 100 miles, but the boys ended up riding a grand total of 136 miles all around through every little town up here...nine hours of riding! And they loved it! Us proud wives (almost wife, I know) went to meet them at their half-way point, which was conveniently three blocks down the street from my house where we were filling a few of those nine hours being artsy. That's one of the great blessings in our lives, by the way. Two of my closest girlfriends up here happen to be married to two of Isaac's closest friends, so when the boys are off doing their boy things, us girls get to spend that time with each other. It just works out really nicely. So, here's the artsyness that we created...we bought a few old cupboard doors, covered them with canvas, then Lex and Mo painted over their canvas to make wall art. I just covered mine with three different prints of fabric. But they all turned out so cool! Here are Mo's...fun, huh? Want to know what else I got to do while the boys were riding the day away? Laundry! Which is only significant because our new place doesn't have any laundry on-site, so we get to go to the laundromat every couple of weeks for the next year. I've never been to a laundromat before, but I'll admit, I was kind of excited to get to go this weekend. Why, you might ask? I really have no idea other than there's something kind of romantic, independent, and adventurous about the whole thing. You know how your parents and all your friends' parents talk about how they barely got by their first years of marriage, or they only had two pots and pans their first year, or they only had $200 in their pockets when they married...things like that? Those stories always held a certain romanticism for me...life wasn't perfect or necessarily the ideal for them, but they were in love and they made a life for themselves together through whatever hardships came. Now, don't get me wrong, the laundromat is not a hardship, but it's just a little thing that has always been an easy convenience for us, and now that we're married, we get to spend our first year together going to the laundromat instead of having our own washer and dryer. Sigh. Isaac says my excitement about it will wear off rather quickly, and I'm sure he's right, but Sunday was my first time and it really wasn't that bad at all. It was just me, though. Next time it will be us because we'll be married (yes!yes!) and we'll get to make it a date.
Today is my last day of work which means no more internet access until we're back from the sunny beaches of California. Talk to you all then!