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Happy VD.

If you are single and alone, and resent a holiday reminding you of that fact on a minute-by-minute basis…

Or if you’re in a relationship, but have passed the googly-eyed stage and find uncomfortable all the pressure to be romantic…

Or your relationship is in trouble so you’d rather not be reminded of what you once had or could have had…

Or you simply prefer to be romantic on your own, without being told what to do by card and candy makers, if you can’t enjoy giving pink-heart decorated gifts without feeling like you’re toeing the corporate line like a good little consumer…

Then rebel.

And you don’t have to be a downer and ramble and rave about what you don’t like about Valentine’s Day. Let the people that want to enjoy it, enjoy it.

On February 14, simply wish everyone “Happy VD.”

SIDS: My baby is alive, so it’s funny

Update: If you disregard the warning below and read this post and get offended, then please read this follow up as well.

My baby is still alive so I can joke about SIDS. I tried to tell my dad the “crib death” joke and he didn’t find it the least bit funny, since he knew someone whose baby died.

So, if you find such things offensive, please don’t read this post. No harm is meant, I don’t find real crib death funny in the slightest.

This is just something I thought of while worrying about my own baby suffocating, choking, or dying in any of the myriad ways babies can just expire. So, you’ve gotta laugh.

Click the image below to see it full size.

Sudden Infant Death Metal Syndrome

Dangerous Conversation with Wife

Me: Consumer Reports says we should put the baby right in a crib, no bassinets. I measured and we can fit a crib in front of my side of the closet. You could still get to your clothes, but I’d have to put mine somewhere else. That’s the only place we could fit the crib, but it’ll work.

Wife: Okay.

Me: Hopefully we can use a bassinet and it be safe, but if we have to use a crib right away, we can. Only downside is that the space between the crib and the bed will only be 15 inches. But how often do you walk over there?

Wife: Uh, all the time, and even more when the baby’s born. That doesn’t seem like a lot of space.

Me: But you’ll be thin then!

Wife: [lower lip quivering]

Me: Uh-oh.

(Actually, my wife does carry the baby very well. All the other women say so. (And they’re usually not happy about it, actually. If they got big when they were pregnant, they want to make sure everyone else does too. But that’s a subject for another day.)