I would also like to take this opportunity to wish Irony a delightful birthday. Why, I remember when she was a young little thing...she used to scream in my ear to deafen me. Or push me into the file cabinet. Or get a running start and leap at me whilst I was lying in peaceful repose on the couch. Okay, so that last one happened over Christmas. And the rest happened within the past couple of years. But still. Happy Birthday, dear Irony.