The girlfriend's computer is in the shop. Ergo, girlfriend is using my laptop. Conversation ensues:
Me: Love of mine, what happened to my Mozilla tabs?
The Girlfriend: Huh? Oh, I opened a new window so that they wouldn't be changed.
Me: OH SWEET MOTHER OF CHRIST TELL ME YOU DIDN'T OPEN A NEW WINDOW.
Me: SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT MY TABS MY TABS MY BEAUTIFUL TABS.
TGF: I'm... sorry?
Me: (despondent, feminine weeping)
TGF: What did I do?
Okay, so I lost a week's worth of collected blog-fodder. Crud. But we've just celebrated 7 years together, which is beginning to sound kind of serious to me. And she hasn't stabbed me while I'm sleeping or poisoned the occasional lunch she makes for me. She stuck with me while I was away at school for four years, which is frankly more credit than any man can ask for, much less a shmoe like me.
Happy anniversary, sweetie. And to answer everybody and their brother's next question, yes, I'm working on the fucking ring... it's just that Vicki demands nothing less than Mithril from the mines of Moria itself. Which is why I love her.