(Actually now with PhD, but Doctor of Philosophy just doesn't have the same evil ring, does it?)
The cat's out of the bag: my husband's given his official two-week notice that he's going to be a stay-at-home dad while I do my internship. Now you may talk about it freely amongst yourselves.
Move: three weeks.
Internship: one month.
Meanwhile, I'm still trying to complete the dissertation in small chunks of time on the weekends. I'm making progress but it's maddeningly slow.
This photo makes it look like I'm a Lidy of Leisure, but that's only because you can't see the bags under my eyes so well in that green shade. Limelet loves that pool insanely. I love that I get to sit down.
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I'm so envious. I want a plastic pool that's built for my size with colorful prints. Sharks, perhaps. Kids get all the fun toys.
Liz via Flickr: "I think Daddy and I would like to sit in it with margaritas. Maybe we can, when he's 18."
I didn't know the Limey was that young! You doggette, you!
He's aging backwards, until he and Limelet meet in age.
Then there'll be some kind of antimatter explosion.
Or something.
I don't think it's anything so dramatic...the Limelet becomes 50, the Limey becomes 85 and the young 'un has to change the older un's diapers. Man, karma is a bitch...
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