Where's the Easter Beagle?

On Saturday I was paroled from my dissertation writing long enough to go home and colour easter eggs with the kids. We all created designs based on things that we adore. Here's a breakdown of what was written on our eggs:

J-dog - I (heart) Audis
Meg - I (heart) Chocolate Cake
Luke - I (heart) being a bad baby
Kaddi - I (heart) Huckabees
Shane - I (heart) Zac Efron

The highlight of the evening was Jake taking the blue foil wrapper from his chocolate bunny and fashioning himself a 'grill'.

That's how he rolls.

Beets, Bears, Battlestar Galatica

On April 1st I showed up at work to find the following photo plastered all over the history department break room and all down the hallway. It appears to be me and another professor (whose identity I have protected) frolicking along the beach on a sunny day. Right away my powers of deductive reasoning spotted it as a fraud.

Clue #1: I don't wear my glasses at the beach.

Clue #2: I appear to be holding hands with someone taller than me. I don't know very many people taller than me, except my brother-in-law. And we don't hold hands.

Clue #3. The person in the photo is wearing a swim diaper. I usually wear board shorts.



I need to give the department secretaries a lot more photocopying. Clearly they have nothing to do all day.