I went out shopping for a Valentine’s gift for Erin today at lunch. Until a couple of days ago, we had planned on not exchanging gifts for Valentine’s day this year, since we didn’t know if we’d be in the hospital today, or what. Then I decided I’d get Erin a copy of “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” which she really enjoyed in the theatre. I couldn’t find it at any stores around work. I mentioned that to her, and she suggested something else I should get her instead. Well, I looked, and the only ones available were between four and ten times more expensive than I think they should be, with the four times ones being utter crap, and the ten times ones being quite nice actually. End result, discuss with the wife before making purchase, since we can likely get the same item at a different store for half the price of the cheapest ones available downtown. How’s that for a run-on sentence.

I was going to get into the real origin of Valentine’s day, but then I thought nobody would believe me when I told them that it actually was a tribute to the mysterious inventor of the fork. Oh well.

Just so that you know, I’m thinking of “pre-preparing” a couple of entries for next week, and “post-dating” them, so they’ll automagically show up, without any intervention from me at all. End result - you won’t be able to tell if I’m still at work, or if we’ve had the baby until I actually make an announcement ;-)

Simpson’s quote of the day: “Oh doctor, I just visited a wonderful place of fire and brimstone with funny little men in red pyjamas poking pitchforks up my butt.” - Homer