In two weeks Matt will walk the red carpet in his cap and gown to celebrate the completion of his masters. I proudly boast to everyone I meet, including the Spare Change Guy on Tremont St., that my husband is graduating with highest honors from graduate school, and that I’m the greater woman behind that great man. It usually doesn’t get me much recognition, but Spare Change Guy was pretty understanding that I had nothing to give him because Assumption College took all my money.

No sooner had Matt’s diploma arrived in the mail when he had gotten himself all registered for his BCBA coursework. This involves a years worth of online classes and hours and hours of videos that he’s required to watch. Unfortunately these are not the standard lectures accompanied by poorly designed PowerPoint slides, they are lectures accompanied by poorly designed PowerPoint slides and a professor very closely resembling Paul Dooley who wears Hawaiian shirts and enjoys shouting randomly at his audience while mimicking children with Autism. I have yet to see how this is beneficial to the students. Or the kids with Autism.

Last night we found ourselves in a bit of a logistical bind as we had scheduled a vet appointment for Berlin at 6:40 for her final booster shot. I generally arrive home from work around 6:40 which made it difficult for me to get to the vet in time for the appointment. But Matt had a date at 7pm with the man who shouts, so he also would be unable to make the vet trip. Eventually we finagled it so that at 6:25 Matt had Berlin in the car (whose “check engine” light is now back on), picked me up at the T station, we swapped drivers, I dropped him off at the corner by our house and got to the vet 10 minutes late. Matt, luckily made his date without a glimmer of perspiration on his forehead. Only to be shouted at.

Needless to say I am both ready for the vet visits to be done, as well as Matt’s extensive continuing education. I find myself out of luck as Berlin still needs to be spayed… and Matt will be starting his doctorate in roughly a year’s time. I’ve decided to spite him and not attend THAT graduation… or get HIM spayed. Unless it is succeeded by a really big fat paycheck at an Ivy League university in which case I will prance around Boston Common introducing myself to the Spare Change Guy as “The Doctor And Mrs.” I might even shout it and make Paul Dooley proud.

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