Imagining Rickman as stern daddy seems to have killed the thread.
Also, today I broke my sunglasses. At lunch I bought a new pair, since I can't really tolerate the sun without them. After work I was in a mall looking at baby clothes (for my pregnant friend, not my imaginary dream child) and the sales lady says, "Oh, you dropped your sunglasses." I thank her and take them and put them in my purse. Then about halfway home I pull out my sunglasses and put them on, except they're not the sunglasses I bought at lunch...they're somebody elses glasses. I didn't really look that hard at them, and they were the general colour and shape of the ones I just bought, so I didn't think anything of it. I guess I'll drop them at the store tomorrow.