Word of the Day: Ruritanian I'm so tired. I slept horribly last night, I had a hard day by myself at work [because Mary Anne quit, lameass], and I think I'm having false labor pains. I hate Valentine's Day. It's a good thing we pre-registered at the hospital today. You know, because we might be going there soon. It's been three years since JD fell out of that tree. Three years ago at this hour, I was in the Jackson County Hospital waiting room, waiting for them to finish taking care of JD, waiting to see him. He almost died that evening. Five compression fractures to his mid-spine, three of which they didn't find that evening at the hospital, should have paralized him at least, and at most sent him to his deathbed. But by some miracle, by God's own hand, he was given another chance, and I was an instrument in that. It's Save-A-Live, and I helped. And now look at us. Benedictus Deun in saecula. Baby, please don't come now. Please, please, please, please not now. We're not ready, we've got a few weeks still. You're not ready, you've got a few weeks still. Two more weeks, my dear, only two weeks at you'll be at thirty-seven, and that's fine. But please, not now, Baby, not now...