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.