It's almost Valentine's Day.  I wonder if this Valentine guy ever knew he'd  have a day named after him?  How about Winder's Day?  Now that has a nice ring to it.  But I'm not sure what it would be in celebration of.  Mediocrity?  Balding?  Allergies?  Self-depricating humour?  Maybe a day dedicated to using big words you can't spell and don't even understand?  So many possibilities.

 

I was talking to co-workers at lunch discussing what we were getting our wives for Valentine's day.  This year I bought my wife jewelry.  This is a step up from my usual gift of a CD or book that historically 50/50 odds she already has, but she's been extra good this year (and I could use the extra brownie points).  But I refuse to buy a card.  Waste of money and they just get thrown out.  I also bought her an oversized toy rose.  But not real roses.  Waste of money and they just get thrown out.  An oversized toy rose lasts forever when properly stored in a box in the basement.

 

Anyway, one co-worker is buying a card, real roses, and jewelry for his wife.  And not just any jewelry - custom desiged jewelry from a goldsmith friend.  He set a precendence very early on in his marriage and has had to keep it up for 20 years.

 

My second co-worker's wife forgot their first anniversary and has already lost her wedding ring.  Now that is the perfect start to a marriage.  He can do anything for tomorrow and get away with it.  (He went with alcohol.) 

Lori started work at the Foothills last week.  After almost 10 years of being out of the work force to raise the kids she's returned in a big way.  She worked very hard getting recertiifed and making all the arragements for child care and the like.  I'm very proud of her!

 

And I'm very tired!  Although I hope I've never taken her for granted, I've certainly grown accustom to having the home front run so well and with little inconvenience to me.  I know she's making a huge effort to work and still be the homemaker.  But now it's only fair I take on more of the domestic duties.  All the changes, my blogging, and the usual workaholicism has taken its toll this week.  Just one demanding full-time job at a time now.  Which is good, I'll probably live longer and have more fun.  As long as finishing the contracts I've committed to doesn't kill me...

 

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