Dear Murphy: you are falling down on the job!

Going to the Woodburn Company Stores this afternoon/evening should've invoked you and started labor, right?

On the other hand, I win either way - I was hoping for twice (if it'd started things, you know, after the shopping). But even so - I got Royal Riviera pears (the visually blemished but tastes fine ones) from Harry & David which is what I really wanted. Five pounds of them, mixed ripeness so we'll have time to eat our way through the box. (Er, through the pears in the box. I'm pretty sure cardboard is not the kind of fiber I need.)

YUM.

In semi-related reality, I added the fruit of the month club to my wish list post, vaguely. It's not cheap, so I imagine it'll stay there, and no big deal if it does. But it is cool.

This might be related to going through the mail and finding the latest Harry & David catalog. Heh.

And Drew got to have McDonald's for dinner. While he ate all of his happy meal, he amused me at the order in which he did so - fries, apple slices, and milk were all (in about that order) more important than his cheeseburger. Cool!