when a great week turns just fabulous

Start off with it being finals week. Oh the joy. Get a kidney stone, even better. Go to the clinic (accompanied by your devilishly handsome husband in a suit and white socks) and have the doc prescribe you Percocet, aka happy pills. Do not take any happy pills because you won't be able to study for said finals. Suck it up with Motrin. Add uncharacteristic beautiful sunshine, but remember you can't move to go outside and enjoy it, and even if you could- you have to study. Go to bed at a decent hour the night before your first tests (midnight) and lay there hopelessly trying to fall asleep until after 5 in the morning. Wake up 1.5 hours later to make it to your 8:30 test. Remember as you're pulling into the parking lot the test isn't until 9:30 and lament the extra missed hour of unconsciousness. When you get home, go ahead and shut your finger in the door. It feels real nice. And finally, with everything going so well, your husband now looks like this (and loves it):

Such a delight, really. It's a wonderful week and we're only 1/2 way done!