Ugh.
Just...ugh.
This last week has been brutal.
Bru-tal.

UGH.

The Love Puppy is concerned about my emotional well-being.

Just lays on me and stares, attempting to heal with her loving gaze.
Sigh.

Positive...say something positive...

Pretty has an admissions interview at the U of A Pharmacy School tomorrow.
It's kind of exciting.
He has been wanting to get into a PharmD program since before we even knew each other. It's crazy to think that the final step towards this goal will happen tomorrow.
TOMORROW.
He's super nervous about it, but I know he'll do great.
'Cause he's awesome.
And awesome people do great things.

Our anniversary is coming up.
We aren't really at that lovey I'm-amazed-you-still-tolerate-me phase anymore.
Now it's more of a "You still here? Fair enough. Think you could maybe put the fucking dishes away??" deal.
But perhaps a little more enthusiastic.
It's still nice.
Stability is good.
Plus, I reckon I enjoy his company.
Four years and not one domestic violence charge = success.