Romantic stuff

After spending much of our Saturday night hanging curtains in a three-pane window, Kelley collapsed on the couch with this comment: you must love me to make this commitment. Bologna. I've hung curtains with a SO before (years and years ago, dear) and it didn't last. However, I must say, this round of hanging went much smoother than when KQ tried to hang blinds at our last apartment. The longer we're together, the easier it is to get the rod straight.

Speaking of straight rods, my little lady ventured out to do the grocery shopping by herself today and got followed around by an older man. When KQ made a comment about bumping in to him in every aisle, he said "it's good." Creepy. She left her cart in frozen foods to throw him off track while she bought us new toothbrushes and got the hell out of there.

Valentine's Day is coming up, and Kelley got me the best gift ever. She framed the only story we've co-wrote. It was Valentine's Day 2000 and a disturbed high school student attempted to shoot up an Elmira high school. All I did was go to his court appearance that evening (well, I also went to the prosecutor's press conference, but more as a "date" with my reporter girlfriend than as an assignment), but our friend on the copy desk gave us a double byline for the sake of our romance. I can't think of a better way to spend a Valentine's Day than on a huge breaking news story with the reporter you love. Ahhh.