This won't be a long entry -- I just learned that my friend Barbi has inexplicably volunteered to have our girls over this afternoon for a play date. Has she lost her mind? I've made a mental note to investigate that further...starting tomorrow. Today, I've got to rush home for a little spontaneous romance. Knowing our luck, something's bound to come between us. Will the dog seize this opportunity to need immediate emergency veterinary attention? Will the water heater explode? Will I trip over something in the hallway and end up needing stitches in my head? And most importantly, will Mark die of shock when he realizes that we've got a shot at some uninterrupted play time of our own?

Happy Valentine's Day!