...of why I'm marrying this boy named Peter. He works like a fiend to prepare for when he has to spend all his money on us... (sorry Pete) Yes, I work too, but Pete is (or will be) the breadwinner, so he's a hard worker.
He only has to do the gross hours one more week (4pm-2am) and then he starts his new job! With new, more regular hours! This means no more keeping him company at work because he can't have a social life. This also means severely reduced Sudoku and Jelly Belly time for me (which is probably a good thing... okay, a great thing.)
Here's to you, Pete, for working so hard. Thank you.