In just a couple of weeks I will don that goofy graduation getup and get the most attention I've received since Haven was born (maybe about 5 whole seconds) while my name is called and I am handed a piece of paper that represents the diploma that I won't officially earn until the end of June. What a charade. But I wouldn't miss it.

I'm so happy that I'm going to be finished with school. I guess that goes without saying for most people. But it's been a lot of work for three years. Between working and two pregnancies and moving - I am so ready to get on with my life.

Just as the the culmination of my education began to sink into my soul, Dave said, "I'd like you to think about getting a PhD." I looked at him like he was a crazy person and said that if I do get a PhD it will be in Nutrition. I think that almost changed his mind. The last thing he'd like is an increase in the whole wheat bread to potato bread ratio around here. Or, for me to finally say, "Potatoes are not vegetables" and subsequently serve only his vegetable nemesis. The green ones. So, with the, ah, broccoli dangling, I continue to bask in my great accomplishment. My last graduation.