Tonight, at a McDonald's parking lot, a man caught me delicately sniffing Aaron's armpit. It really was a natural reaction. Aaron said, "I smell like a wet mongoose." And I said, "Really?"
What can you do after that than see for yourself? But just as I was ascertaining that he did not, indeed, smell like a wet mongoose, he said, "There's a guy in the car next to us."
I looked over, and saw that, the guy was not in the car next to us, he was standing next to the car getting ready to get in the car next to us, when he was distracted by the spectacle going on over in our car. When he saw that I'd caught him looking, he smiled at me with genuine good cheer and got into his car.
I found it pretty hilarious.

We drove to Houston this weekend, and found the place where we're probably going to get married. It's called George Ranch, and it's a historical plantation-ish house, complete with a creepily beautiful cemetary surrounded by oaks with Spanish moss on them. It looks straight out of the movie The Others.

When I woke up this morning, I had lunch with my parents and enjoyed the awesome weather--67 degrees, just cold enough to feel a little chilly, but totally sunny. A park day for sure.
Then, I had to drive back to Dallas, which is no longer as freezing as it was when we left, but still pretty f-ing cold. Poor little stray cats outside freezing their arses off and fighting over dry cat food.