Jason took me out to the shops at half past 9 on Tuesday night to pick up doughnuts. That’s a good man, right there. He kind of had to give in to my polite requests (read: begging) to go on a doughnut run, because I’d found out earlier in the day that I’ll be graduating university with a 2:1! HOORAY!
I’d say a good 80% of my university experience was completely rubbish, but I’m loving this whole ongoing ‘I’m graduating uni’ celebratory thing like you wouldn’t believe! We went out for pizzas on the evening after my last exam, results day was a doughnut-o-rama, and you can bet we’ll be feating and celebrating on graduation day in a couple of weeks time too! Not sure I can milk it any longer than that, but three treat days is pretty good going right? ;)
When I found out my result, I called Jo to let her know my exciting news. The first thing she said when she answered the phone was ‘Oh my God! Are you pregnant?!’
She really wants to be an honorary Auntie already, and asks me if I’m pregnant yet almost every time we speak. (Oh, and I’m not, by the way. Jo continues to be disappointed.)
^That right there is a chocolate praline cake doughnut, with fresh coffee to go with it. Cake doughnut is my favourite. I love the stodge.^
In other news, this week I realised that I’ve been using my washing machine incorrectly for the past two years. Yup. I’ve been putting detergent in the wrong slot, so it hasn’t been cleaning clothes as well as it should have. Sigh. Is this not proof that I’m not ready to be a Mama anytime soon? ;)