Thing Numba 1!
Whit’s almost done with school. A week of finals is all that’s left! I know I mentioned this before, but I’m no less excited about it! She’ll be capping off another stellar semester at Cal Poly Pomona. Her adviser tried – at exhausting length – to convince her to go to medical school. Whit could absolutely do it. I have no doubt that she could go to med school, kick its butt, and become a great doctor. She’s not going to, though. At least not as far as I know. I’m excited about the notion of the two of us getting settled down and having a family. I mean. Really excited! But if she got the bug and decided to be a doctor, she’d make a great one.
Thing Numba 2!
She’s sick. Some kind of stomach thing. And it makes me a ssasssaaaaaad panda. But she’s a trooper and was nearly cured by a slice of pizza! Being an I-talian, I guess that makes sense. . .