Matt is letting me use his laptop because first of all he is my husband and secondly my faithful laptop has gone into a catatonic state. It starts up just fine, but doesn't do anything. Menus don't open up, programs don't respond. Actually it does one thing, the screensaver still works. The last screensaver that I installed was an animated fishtank, so basically I now have a very expensive, but soothing fake fishtank.

Matt said I can do whatever I want to it, change the settings, install programs, and whatnot. The only thing that I'm not allowed to do, he says, is to break it. I gave him a dirty look, I didn't think that was nearly as funny as he thought.

I'm sort of half-waiting for the plumber to arrive. He's working on the apartment above and he may or may not come down to check on our situation (depending on what he finds above). Our situation being that one afternoon Matt looked up and noticed that the ceiling above the shower was sagging and disturbingly soft. Our resident manager suggested that we poke a hole into it with a screwdriver to see what happens. We decided instead to call the company that own the building instead to get professional help.

Darrett called me at about 2:30 a.m. this morning. Aside from trying to lure me out to wander around for food, he wanted to know the follow up report of Valentine's day. "Mmmph" does mean yes. For Valentine's, I got a dozen roses and a lovely dinner date. My brother and sister-in-law exchanged DVDs and stayed in. My mother says that's what happens when you've been married for a while. I suspect my family has an ongoing betting pool as to when the romance will be gone, the official marker being when Matt stops opening the car door for me.

Happy Valentine's Day.

My husband is out wandering somewhere. We're supposed to have an early dinner later today. This morning I asked him if he would be my valentine. His response was "Mmmph." I think that means yes :)

Although it was a very sunny afternoon, the Punahou Carnival was still a mud fest. In the end brought home a bag of cotton candy, a couple of cute stuffed animals and a stuffed magic mushroom. The woman at the booth called them aliens, but they look like crazy stuffed psychedelic mushrooms to the rest of us.

On the car ride home, Darrett and I were talking about strange dreams and he suggested that I post it, so here it is: I was trapped in a pet store with a couple of other people. Somehow I was infected with a virus (like 28 days later) and it was only a matter of time before I turned into a crazed flesh eating person. So it was our plan that I would try to eat the puppies first before going after any of the people. The entire dream was the hatching of the plan, so no puppies were mauled before I woke up.