I went out back to re-set the grape tomato plant against its improvised stake this morning and noticed the beginnings of a couple of 'maters. Hmmm. Time for a tomato cage.
Back into the kitchen where I had last seen my roomie, I was yelling "Hey, the next time we go to Lowe's, we need to..."
No RobertaX in the kitchen. Or dining room.
"...talk real loudly to ourselves so people will think we're crazy and not mess with us!"