Well done, there, Rick, I was afraid in the midst of the large, beefy boys you'd forget VALENTINE'S DAY and foul your nest. Heather is, obviously, a saint, but you got to keep the home fires burning. Especially when your large, bovine, grunting, folk-singing, ale-sucking friends are buffalo-roaming your home.

My condolences, Duckboots.

cheers, chance.