Officially official.

Today is a good day for my two-person family. My husband officially became ABD and I officially stopped worrying about it — so much so that I had a margarita at lunch, damn the consequences (not that there are any). Ne’er have I been so excited about the achievement of another person. Well, that isn’t true — some of my friends have done some really impressive stuff (some of them are doing awesome things right now), and I am always happy about that. It’s just that this has been hanging over our heads for years, it seems, and today it was made official and I could not be more thrilled for the man.

I think I’ll write a song about it. Want to hear it? Here it go:

I think that I did never see/
Letters more lovely than A-B-D/
And I’m as happy as I can be/
That you know so much about history/

Tra la, tra la la la/
Something, etc., hooray/
Let’s drink all night/
And sleep all day/
Hooray, tra la, hooray.

Look, don’t ask me how I do it, all right? It’s a gift from God.

Tonight there will be much rejoicing and, tomorrow, we get on with our lives.