So I call Mike after I get out of my qualifying exam, to tell him I passed. His response?
"Duh!"
(It went really well. I only cried a little bit at the very end.)
***UPDATE 9/26***
I don't intend the above comment to make my husband look at all insensitive... I came home yesterday evening to a surprise candlelit Italian dinner for two with jazz accompaniment (Dave Brubeck and Getz/Gilberto) and Mike in a suit & fedora. He wouldn't even let me do the dishes.
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