I'm pondering the idea of a masters.
DH has reminded me that last time I went back to school I made him promise me he'd shoot me if I ever considered it again. I also think he might leave me if I did put him through just how horrible it was. It was That Bad.
It was Horrible.
I do remember how horrible it was. It was truly horrible.
But.........
As is my bent, 2 years along the line and I'm a bit bored.
So. He is not being U at all. Really. But I do think I need a little something