Accepted

I submitted my final thesis to the graduate college on Friday and then spent most of the weekend either packing or worrying that I forgot to format something correctly on my thesis. My mom came over to Iowa City on Sunday afternoon. We went out to dinner at Bob's Your Uncle Pizza Cafe (which is actually where Rachel, Mom and I went when they moved me in two years ago, so it bookended nicely). I had this really good Buffalo Chicken wrap, which I took half of back to my apartment and Mom made it her snack during Miss Marple. Then on Monday we packed the truck and my blazer (in the pouring rain) and drove back to the farm. And there waiting in my inbox was the email that proclaimed my final thesis has been accepted by the graduate college.

COACH SAUERS: Eat mud! I said eat it! Eat it!
BOBBY: Coach, I think I swallowed too much mud.
COACH SAUERS: Take a salt tablet.