Happy Friday the Thirteenth, my dear readers. As you know, this is supposedly on of the most unhappiest of all days, ironically followed by the day of "love." Strangely enough for me, today has seemed to be quite lucky. The teachers approved of our project, everyone was on time, the teachers were in a VERY good mood. Dee actually brought King Cake (a mardi gras thing, it's got cream cheese, and lots of jam in it - a diabetic coma under a layer of yellow, purple and green sprinkles. It has a plastic baby in it and whoever gets it has to throw the party next year, though that's supposed to be a good thing...). And guess who got the baby? Well, of course, me, otherwise I wouldn't be writing about it. I suppose that means next year I'm the one who has to import a King Cake from Mississippi. That should be interesting. The luckiest was that I narrowly avoided contracting the AIM virus that's been going around. Thank goodness I didn't have time to play games...