So we get home pretty late and there's a big dune of clean laundry all over the bed and we decide that she's gonna go upstairs and check her email and whatnot while I finish folding the laundry and I kind of make a sad noise when I realize that for various technical reasons I can't easily make use of the recently-installed speakers in the bedroom so I have to settle for playing music off the iMac in the next room over (just as our primitive ancestors had to do back in the late 1990s) but just as I start listening to that she starts piping music from her laptop to the bedroom and that's not the really amazing part, the really amazing part is that she's playing Sleater-Kinney for me which (a) she doesn't even like but (b) she knows is my Laundry Music.
Plus she gave me a pretty ring for Christmas.