I should be studying. Or editing my term paper on crime statistics... so what am I doing? I'm making turtle cookies for the kids' valentine parties at school tomorrow. 22 for Rachel's class, 24 for Ian's class, Kirsten's class doesn't need any because they're having a Dance instead. With a capital D, trust me. Joeby has been hanging around in the kitchen trying to get his tongue up far enough on the counter to steal cookie dough, when he thinks I'm not looking. Inbetween times, I've been spelling names for the valentines. "How do you spell cock?" "Why do you want to know?" "Because I want to give one to the student teacher and his name's Mr. Hancock." "Oh, right."