Doomsday

It's Monday, February 11th, 5:34pm.
The First Day of Spring Semester.
One of our most relaxing and not-filled-with-120-students-trying-to-see-us-about-restrictions-on-their-accounts days as ever was. (if you catch my drift) (as in, NOT)

Since I'm at work, and I have on my desk 22 little pink message slips from parents who are all waiting for me to call them back before a half hour ago, this seems like a good time to write a blog post.

To give you a Very Important Update - my co-worker has switched from Dove (R) to Nestle (R) (with an accent on the latter e that this interface won't let me put there).

The Nestle people seem to be a bit more down-to-earth than the Dove people. Their chocolate heart wrappers say things like this:
"How many times have Don Johnson and Melanie Griffith been divorced from each other?"

It seems like an odd thing to put on a chocolate heart. Chocolate hearts are supposed to remind us of love and romance, happy endings, things working out.

Maybe.

Or maybe by reminding us of things not working out, they work their addictive magic and make our bodies cry out for happy chocolate chemicals. Maybe Nestle has in fact figured out the best marketing strategy!

Ok; that was a good break. Now I'll go call some parents. Wahoo.

(PS - They're not all called Wahoo. I was just using that as an example, you understand.)