This was spawned when a friend said she wanted to go home to listen to Delilah.  Don’t ask.  I know.  I’m warped.  But it really bugs me when people think having kids is some sort of martyrdom, and somehow Delilah drudged up this idea in me.  Is slicing yourself open on purpose with a pair of egg beaters being a martyr?  Hello?

Anywho, I’ve had some fun now.