Friday, May 23, 2014


four years of school.
four years of work experience.
one crazy long application process.
four months of studying.
eight hours of examination.
six weeks of waiting.
combine, shake well, and just like that,

 bam. professional.

i still don't quite have my head wrapped all the way around this one. which is pretty understandable, given the fact that i just found out yesterday afternoon in a flurry of frantic half-panicked emails between me and the hubs. (he passed too, btw!) so we plan to spend our memorial day relaxing, workin on some projects around the house (remember that one time i told you mark was building a bed frame? and have i mentioned my new upholstery project?) and calling each other "professional" as much as we can stand.

"my, aren't you looking professional this morning?" "why yes i am, thanks for noticing. what would my professional spouse desire for their professional dinner this evening?" "oh, i think some professional tacos would suffice quite nicely." "i whole-heartedly concur my good professional."


Minnie said...

Congrats! Glad you are both professionals!!

the indiansandpirates said...

Woo-hoo! Congratulations!