Cribs (but not the MTV kind where some talentless rapper shows you where he lives, actual cribs)

Why Would I Need French Instructions If I Don't Speak French?

Preparations continue for the upcoming baby invasion.  Pookie, being the thrifty type, located three very reasonably priced cribs in Target (pronounced with a soft 'T' to make it sound fancy), in Kalispell Montana.  The stores in the U.S  have baby gear at a fraction of the prices we pay here.  We get screwed on many things here in the great white north, like cigars, scotch, food and other necessities, but we get an especially mean-spirited rogering on baby stuff.  Not in the U.S though, those Americans yell "half off baby furniture" in Montana just as fast as they yell "Burn that Koran!" in Florida.

Anyhoo, Pookie found a great deal on a few baby cages, and decided it was worth a trip down there to pick them up.  Since she is also the delegating type, she decided I would be the one to make said trip.  Not to be outdone, I decided that these cribs weren't just worth a hotshot there and back, they were worth loading up Jimmy and Skippy and making a weekend road trip out of it.  Operation Whitefish 2010 was born.

I would estimate that buying the cribs and mattresses and loading them into the car took 14 minutes.  14 minutes of shopping in a 30 hour trip is pretty much the perfect ratio if you ask me.  It frees up time for more important things, like standing in the bathroom at Bulldogs for much longer than is necessary, or talking to total strangers in the Northern who approach you because they have already heard about the triplets. 

Jimmy might be more excited about the triplets than I am, he told about 70 people he didn't know what was going on in the first hour we were there.  One of the best things about all this has been the grandparent excitement level.  The look on their faces is the exact opposite of the dog's, who looks like a meteor is hurtling towards Earth and he just noticed.

I digress.  Arriving back at the border, I knew I would have to head into the office to pay duty on the cribs.  What I didn't know was that it is illegal to bring cribs back into Canada if they don't have the warning labels written in French.  Since the cribs were made in China and sold in the U.S, and neither of those countries have whiny, obnoxious, useless minority French-speaking provinces, the cribs had only English warnings.  Thank Jeebuz the border guard let me through with them, he was a good guy about it.

Back to the Pinch this weekend, looking forward to seeing some of you at Cory and Jalayne's hitching this weekend.