Photographic Evidence of a Dissertation

He looks super, super happy, no?

D-Day: July 20

A MOMENTOUS DAY!

Paul's dissertation was officially turned in yesterday and there was so much love and joy in the air.  I think it reached 70 degrees yesterday solely because of Paul's superhumanly good mood.

And, because it was such a momentous day, there were more than a few things to do to celebrate...

There were congratulatory balloons!

There was congratulatory cherry pie!

(It was a beautiful cherry pie)

And, the most momentous congratulatory event of all.... except for the purchasing of "The Emperor's New Groove," ice cream, and some fancy congratulatory chocolates...which I didn't take pictures of...but I digress...

LIKE I was saying...  THE most MOMENTOUS congratulatory event OF ALL TIME...

We said goodbye to the Dissertation Beard.  (That's two months in the growing, my friends)

But, before he shaved it off, we had to have some fun seeing how many combs we could hide in his head hair

And the beard too... (That beard.  It was amazing.  Thick, curly, and red)

And then, after a half an hour of hacking...

His head was half its former size and five years of stress were gone.

I think he should grow a two month beard every summer and shave it off every July 20 in remembrance of the day he was emancipated from graduate school (practically...I mean...there is still that pesky defense thing...but...he just is not going to think about that right now.)

HAPPY DISSERTATION DAY TO ALL, AND TO ALL, A GOOD NIGHT!

Last Weekend

We went canoeing on the Pacific Ocean in an Umpqua and Coquille Native American dugout.  Beat that!

And I got to sit next to a mountain man  in the canoe, otherwise known as Paul 'The Dissertationator'


I do believe he's going to grow all his hair out until he has to turn his tome in to his committee.  Which I think is awesome.  Because he looks like a sexy lumberjack.

Darn Paul and his Darn Glasses

I'm totally blaming this whole thing entirely on Paul and something he said about a month ago:

I remember it because it was completely and utterly and entirely and freakishly out of character for the man.

He said,

He's Not Dead Yet

And...it's getting better.

But, I thought I'd give you all a tour of the Bachelor Pad aka Death Hole aka Dissertation Office aka "No. Don't Make Me Go Back In There."