So My Man is done.
First year of his executive MBA - history.
(The yard has really missed him. I think there's a couple kids lost back there.)
On Saturday one of his classmates threw a party to celebrate. No kids? Food? Music? Adult conversation? We were so there.
The party was a smash hit. Impeccably decorated, a live calypso band, catered Hawaiian meal - wow. And these really cool candles that looked like shells.
(I'm rather simple minded.)
Oh, and my date was essentially the Homecoming King.
Every time we mingled with a different group, I heard, "There's the whiz kid! Everyone's tutor! The first one done with the final!" Vigorous back slapping and grins. I didn't realize until then that My Man has quite the reputation for brains. I mean - I know he's a genius, but usually I'm the only one who knows. I like to see him recognized.
(He is sooooo going to hate this post.)
It was beyond fun to be hanging on the arm of the most popular, well-liked guy there. I'm so flippin' proud to be his wife.
Congratulations, hun. First, ASU. Next, the world.