I complained about work to FluterDude, and he spent about forty-five minutes trying to convince me we could afford for me to quit. (I need to sit down and do the math. He's not ... great with money, and even if he's right, I really did want to get further ahead with summer teaching. And now ... by any means necessary.)

Then he said, "Any job would suck after nine hours ... even petting puppies." Then he sent me a meme of Obama choking puppies. And about fifteen other internet memes of people/things hating puppies.

I might've picked the wrong major and the wrong PT job, but I definitely picked the right husband.