So, the journalist from the newspaper flaked out on us, and we should now be receiving our certificate by mail. We did go in to look at the suit, and it's quite nice. It's just the jacket and pants, but, still, nothing to sneeze at.

Speaking of flaking out, we spent all day on Sunday cleaning up the apartment in preparation for a viewing scheduled for that evening. The girl called a few hours beforehand to cancel because she had homework. Bah.

Oh, and today is Valentine's Day! Mr. Wonderful took me to a nice supper on Saturday night, so I think things will be low key tonight. On my end, I stuck The Rock (tm) Valentine cards throughout MW's belongings. Last I heard, he's only found about half of them. So he still has more to find.

Me: You just found the ones in your bag?
MW: Yes.
Me: Well, you still have lots more to find.
MW: Well, you have something to find tonight, too.
Me: Is it your penis?
MW: .....
Me: Oh.
MW: Well, there might be something else.

Hmm.. Well, I'll keep you posted on that. I think a new laptop might break his delicate member, which is unfortunate, but a nice trade-off.