Hm, interesting. My iPod will be five years old soon.

No reason to mention that, I just noticed in the sidebar that I was getting ready to buy it. (Didn't actually get it until June, though.)

Yesterday was all about the ups and downs.

Anniversary, yay! Matt and I exchanged presents, and he sent me flowers at work. Pretty pretty flowers. And, fortuitously, he opted for roses instead of tulips. It's fortuitous because my vase that's big enough to hold tulips is still at home.

I was carrying my roses to the kitchen to trim the stems and put them in a vase when Heather called me back down the hall, rather urgently. When I got closer to her, she said, sotto voce, "You have a split down the back of your dress! I can see your butt!"

I scurried into the bathroom and took off the dress. Yep, sure enough, a fourteen-inch-long split starting at the small of my back and going down. Next to the seam, but it wasn't the seam that had given way; the cloth was actually torn. Not repairable, really. This is a brand new dress, that I bought less than a month ago and had worn only twice before.

I scuttled from the bathroom back to my office to ponder the situation. I dug in my drawers and couldn't find anything like safety pins, so I stapled it back together as a temporary measure. I thought about going home to change, but the flowers had interrupted my review of a document that was already half a day late, so I really had to stay.

I made salmon rarebit for dinner -- a childhood favorite. Not very good for you, involving as it does half a can of evaporated milk and a big chunk of cheese, but soooo tasty. And for dessert, we shared the remnants of the edible arrangement I'd sent Matt -- yum!

Then we spent a good two hours trying to get our network to work. Eventually, with tech support's help, we decided our big problem was signal interference -- possibly from the assortment of cops who live very close to us. (Because we only have problems at night, when they're all home, you see.) Matt moved our base station and DSL modem downstairs to the kitchen, where it worked... better, but still not great. Matt replaced the new base station with the old one, and we got good, strong signal again.

So I guess the solution to our connectivity problems may have been to move the unit closer to us, rather than buying a new one. We're going to give it a few days to make sure that really did fix the problem, and then Matt will see if he can get a refund on the new one, since we apparently don't need it.

And I'll start working on a way for our kitchen counter to hold all the electronics and cables and mess without being too hideous.

(Though really, when we have a second child -- which is planned but not irrevocable yet, in case you're wondering why I keep talking about it -- we were going to have to move all the electronics out of the guest room anyway, to turn it into the child's room. I was just hoping we'd have gotten the garage converted to a family room before that, so we could move the stuff in there.)

And I got to work this morning only to realize I've forgotten my scrapbooking stuff for tonight, so I'm going to have to swing by the house on my way to lunch to pick it up. Which isn't that big a deal except that I actually sort of like the carpool. Well, if things are slow today, maybe I'll run home around mid-morning instead.

Argh. It might be one of those days again.