Today, many of my male students bemoaned the fact that no women gave them chocolate.
Today, many of my female students were satisfied because they bought and ate the chocolate themselves.
I adore my postman. I need to give him a present or something. He came today! After coming yesterday and leaving a notice, he still came again today! He is lovely! So that is why I had cheesy Valentines and gross candy the day after Valentine's Day, and why my students and coworkers were subjected to them. Also in my box was also a doggie bandana, complete with Angel hair, a picture of my mother at the computer with the words "waiting for email from Tara" on it, a hotplate glove (I don't have an oven... I'm pretty sure my mom knows I don't have an oven...) and several kitchen towels and washcloths (apparently, my mom mistrusts all foreign kitchen towels for some reason), a few ladybugs, a credit card, a webcam, and a picture of Jaya. I'm not sure which is the more random -- the half-eaten light-up lollipop from last July, or the bungee cord. On the surface, it's the lollipop, but at least I can eat that. But what can I do with a foot-long bungee cord? I love my mother for the pure randomness that she injects into my life.
