Strangely enough, it is April 1 and I am neither engaged nor pregnant with twins.
And, despite what some of you may have read, I am not headed to the National Championship game in New Orleans. I'm headed to work in the morning.
Of course, some of the stranger parts of the letter are true. We did have all of those maladies. My graduate fellowship was funded by someone with the same last name as the KU Men's Basketball coach. We walked a 5K in dense fog yesterday. And KU is playing in the national championship game.
A while back the campus sewer lines had to be completely dug out because, seriously, men were flushing too many cell phones. I didn't include that in the letter because, well, a leek in the toilet strains credibility enough (although the leek I put in the toilet 17 years I ago still makes me laugh).
If you don't know what letter I am talking about let me know and I'll send you a copy; this year's distribution was spotty, at best. Happy April.
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By the way, the fact that my prairie turnip research inspired a conference is true, too, albeit a bit too strange for even me to believe.
The fog was legit as well.
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