little pink footprint on it. As a side note, my informal experiment
revealed that it takes roughly two dozen attempts before getting a
decent print of a baby's wiggling paint covered toes.
We went on our customary Sunday walk in the afternoon. Joe wondered
out loud whether this PhD program was a mistake and if we ought to
have just gone for med school. I told him of course it was a good idea
and life is great. (Gotta be positive to survive). I don't remember
Joe's exact response, but suffice it to say that he quickly tossed out
his EARLIER WORDS. i GUESS WHILE OUR FRIENDS ARE ALL OFF BEGINNING
THEIR MEDICAL RESIDENCIES, WE JUST ENJOY BEING GLUTTONS FOR
PUNISHMENT. I suppose time will tell whether it was worth it, but I'm
fairly confident right now.
In other news, we ate loads of cookies this weekend.
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