Is There Shit in My Shoes?

Dear tech-savvy readers, do you know how to enable Blogger so that when you've commented on another person's blog post and they Reply to your comment, you receive an email indicating the Reply? I would hate to think someone spends enough time to reply to my comment and I don't even notice it! If it can't be changed, I may migrate the blog over to Wordpress where you do have this feature.
You may be confused by the blog title. For the past few days we have had to "hide" my cat in the bedroom while maintenance comes in. I refuse to carry her litter box from the basement to the bedroom for the four hours she's locked in there, so I have texted M every day to see if she shit in my shoes. I feel this way about life lately. Like I'm holding my breath to see if there's shit in my shoes.
Continuing on ... ring shopping was educational. I told M what I liked: a 1ct Princess cut solitaire diamond, small prongs, 3mm white gold band. I enjoy the simplicity of this kind of look, and this way I can always design a gorgeous wedding band to go with the diamond. We'll see if he ever asks. My vote is not for another four months since tax season, Step One, and my grad school class is causing a bit of stress in our lives.

I AM NOT ENGAGED: THIS IS FROM WINDOW SHOPPING!

A few of you asked how grad school was going. Great! I always wondered why people always give the advice to take the CPA exam and get your masters done as quickly as you can because it's harder to get back into the groove. After 6 months of study-free time, I finally understand what they meant. Instead of watching Netflix or reading Emily Giffin novels, I have to read a chapter on the legislative branch of government. BORING. Like a typical lazy student I waited a day before my second class to read the syllabus on what was due for homework. 300 PAGES of reading! You did not misread that: THREE HUNDRED FREAKING PAGES. These are huge pages with microscopic font and it took me four hours to get through 70 pages. Grad school does not mess around, people.
And what doubly sucks is that M studies all day so that he has free time at night. That bastard turns on Netflix at 6PM when I finally get home and I have to go upstairs and hear it through the vents. Starbucks, here my salary comes!
They released his 2013/2014 academic calendar recently so that I can fret over the lack of summer vacation he has. My girlfriend and I are planning on going to a vineyard and spa one weekend - any Pennsylvanians out there that have recommendations? This spring I'll probably go to Texas solo and visit family and then spend a week in the summer at the beach to read up on court law, because I am taking two grad classes this summer and will have no time for those Emily Giffin novels.
Here's to hoping there's no shit in the shoes!