Mr. & Mrs. Smith

Settling into our first Sunday morning living together, we played parallel. She registering her new iPhone, I blogging. All was at ease until my fiancée asked me to please change the music I had selected as our soundtrack. She asked this with a look on her face that you would see on a child's during their first trip to the dentist at the very moment the dentist begins to lower the chairback and pulls out his scalpel. The musice was from Elliott Smith and the song was one of the melancholic middle tracks from his big sound Figure 8 album. As I post this, Elliott is still playing and my fiancée is enjoying the Facebook app. I think I've won the first battle. And, no, I won't get used to it.