On latex and flowers...

Valentine's Day is filled with roses, candy, cards, and other consumer whoring. However, there is (in my mind anyways) a redeeming fact about this day: it's my birthday. That's right, folks, today is the day that God placed me, head first and screaming, into the latex-covered hands of my mother's doctor.

So, while the rest of you (those who, of course, do not share today as a birthday and live in countries that celebrate today) are out securing chocolates, flowers, candy-grams, singing telegrams, dinner reservations, and other *ahem* products, I will be at home enjoying my festivities with my beautiful wife.

I bought her flowers on Friday...