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So, I told you it was coming, and sure enough, it did.
No, I am not referring to Hurricane Irene. (Which, oddly enough, I did not predict.)
I refer to my husband getting kicked out of rehab.
Cardio rehab.
They like to call it Graduation Day.
We like to call it: all insurance will cover.
He went for his very last workout at Cardio Rehab, and then, complete with Cap and Gown, came the pictures.
Here he is, The Graduate.
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If he’s The Graduate, that must make me Mrs. Robinson. Keh keh kachoo. |
Yes, that really is a heart tassel. 😀
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Note the Georgia Bulldogs T-shirt, carefully selected for Graduation Day. Don’t think he didn’t think about that. |
If this class had a valedictorian, it would be The Big Bison, according to his classmates. All the guys came up and told me how much he’d encouraged and inspired them to do their best.