A cultured smarty pants

I'm not proud of this, but back in college, I wasn't sure if Matt was the one for me. He wasn't doing as well in school as he could have (a fact that he is the first to admit), and I always imagined marrying a cultured smarty pants. I shared these feelings with Matt, and he said, "But that's you. And you would drive you crazy." Truer words were never spoken.

Now, nearly a decade later, Matt is the first person in our little family to earn a Master's degree. I'm so proud of him that I'm even enjoying the fact that he keeps rubbing it in my face. In fact, reminding me of his academic success has become part of Matt's daily routine. "Well, I would do the dishes, but I'm the one with the Master's degree, so..." And at this rate, I'll never win another argument: "I mean, who should we listen to? The person with the Master's degree or the one with just a little Bachelor's?" I think the worst is the faux pity: "Don't worry, Rachie. You'll get your Master's, too...someday."

What a cultured smarty pants.