The other half of the story is that for a very long time now it's bothered me that I do not have my bachelor's degree. For years the thought to go back to school has been at the back of my mind, in my dreams, and irritating my subconscious. I quit school about seven years ago when I had my first born so I fully recognize the irony of going back to school after having my third born. After quitting when Avery was born, my Dad ever so tactfully reminded me that I'm the only one of his six children who will not have a degree. How's that for peer pressure! Well apparantly at the age of 29 I'm still susceptible to peer pressure because I just finished a semester of school and I'm going back for more this summer. It's gotta be done, and now is the time to do it.
So here's a quick update on the Hughes family:
We got emus.
We got a beehive.
Sienna's crawling.
I married a farmer.
I'd like to elaborate, but I'm quite sick right now and may start hallucinating, so it's time to sign-off.
