Will and I will be celebrating Valentine's Day at Robotics this year because, as it currently stands, the robot is eight pounds overweight. We have exactly one week to take off eight pounds worth of metal most of which is necessary to the functionality of the robot.
(I am also eight pounds overweight from eating the endless supply of pizza, cookies, and soda provided for us by the parents of the students who feel sorry that we are stuck with their kids until well past midnight.)
I also celebrated my birthday at Robotics. The kids threw me a little surprise party in one of the classrooms where they blew up balloons and hung streamers and brought a cake and flowers and a pink feather boa. There was also a piñata in the middle of the room, a delightful pink unicorn with long black eyelashes. Much like the cake that I didn't want to eat because it was too pretty, I could not bear to bash up the unicorn even though it was jam-packed with candy.
As I carefully took down the unicorn from the ceiling, the kids were all laughing hysterically. They informed me that Will had told them that they could go ahead and get a piñata, but there was no way in hell that I would crack it open with a stick, especially if it was cute. It's amazing how well someone can know you.
Look who is in our dining room, still full of chocolate bars: