It’s 10:00 at night.  I’m sitting at the Student Life office.  Why?  Because my wife took a teaching job and needs things printed out for her open house tomorrow and our printer at home is a piece of ________ (fill in whatever noun you like).  Mind you, my mother was a teacher for over twenty years.  I know what this is like.  I know what we’re about to go through.  Argh.

For the record: KJ stole my idea.