D's putting up curtains as we speak. They are really rectangles of cloth...very cute, white with tiny purple turtles. It's because he doesn't want the people in the new building across the street to see him in his underwear. They don't have curtains, either.
I ordered the new Madonna CD from Amazon. I was getting hooked on the smidgens of "Candy Shop" and "Heartbeat" over at iTunes. One song has a rhyme that cracks us both up: "shower/ours." She pronounces "ours" with two syllables to make it work.
P.S. The curtain operation is stalled for now. We need a drill.