Ted: So, the deadline to send in my acceptance is fast approaching. Any further thoughts?
me: I thought we decided we're going to Duke.
Ted: Well, I didn't know if you had any additional or different feelings, especially since Michigan is ranked slightly higher than Duke. And I'm just wondering if I'm missing something about either school, so of course I'm over-analyzing. You know how I am. Ben [who went to Michigan] loved Michigan and makes a good argument for going there.
me: Most alumni at these top schools love where they went. Remember Bim's Columbia fetish?
Ted: Seriously. But this is a big decision, and I just want to make sure I'm making the right one, not just for me, but for us.
me: Well, you know where I want to go. At this point, if you heard any argument from anyone that Michigan is this incredibly superior school and is able to blow rainbows out its butthole, would you change your mind and go there?
me: Okay then. There's your answer.
These men have wives for a reason. That's not to say I know what I want all the time. Next time you and I go out to eat, ask where I want to go. Guaranteed I won't have a clue.
But I digest. I mean, digress. This post was about Ted, not me. Which is to say it's about me.
So Ted sent in the acceptance for Duke, and I was really excited, because it means for the next three years, we're going to be Dukies! (Couldn't wait to say that. I should have an "excrement" blog label) His birthday gathering ended up being celebratory for both reasons.
(Side note - Lilian brought these deviled eggs on a whim. She had no idea that we were also celebrating Ted's decision to go to Duke, whose mascot is the Blue Devil. Genius!)
And so, folks, we are off to North Carolina so Ted can learn how to blow hot air. I mean, so he can learn how to become a lawyer. hehehehehehe
Oh yeah. And Happy Birthday. I love you.