Dear New Husband,
It was an enjoyable date night, celebrating the fact that I am finished with my major assignments for graduate school. We celebrated by going to see Lincoln at a nearby movie theater that serves dinner and drinks, while you are reclining in a recliner.
I mean, really. How much more American could we get?
But movies like that get me all twitterpated in regards to the democratic process of policy making. . . Gives me an itch to get my law degree. Hold me back, dear one. Encourage me that master level social workers can get somewhere with policy without a law degree.
Otherwise, you will have more psychotic, emotional breakdowns if I do decide that law school is in my future. You've been warned.
I love you,
Your New Wife.
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