There is funny...and well...

One thing that always has always been hysterical to me is how Ana can bring herself to tears laughing at, well...about anything. It's actually quite comical, especially for me, because she's got a beautiful smile, and these huge and cute dimples, and she's laughing, yet crying, and if you're with her at the time, you can't quite help but get caught up in the moment with her.

Now, here's where it's, well...not so funny. She's prone to have these 'fits' in public. Whether in the car, at dinner, or in a place where others, who don't know us mind you, are free to make their own observations of what's going on. Picture me: six foot two, two hundred pounds, sun-glasses, and probably look intimidating enough as it is if I'm not laughing let alone smiling. Then Ana: smaller than me by almost a foot, looking cute and innocent, and at this moment is in the passenger seat of the car, tearing up, and although she is laughing, she's in a state of breathing that looks like she is crying and upset.

Anyone in the cars next to us can look over, see me, see her, and of course come to the logical conclusion that this jerk next to her has obviously made her so upset that she's balling.

Or when we're at a restaurant, and it starts...and I'm telling her to stop...'people are going to think I'm breakin' up with you...' And that I should just get up and walk out. Why? Because THAT would be funny. But uhhh...that's not so funny.

Yes, the girls don't appreciate that. Don't ever take it over the limit and make a scene of what it's not. Besides a swift smack to the head, you could get a cold shoulder all-day-long.

So boys, love your woman. Keep her happy. Even when she looks sad, although she's outrageously happy at a moment in time, but the emotions are so much that tears stream down her face - go with it. Laugh along, smile and enjoy the moment with her.

How hot is it?

So Ana and I are checking out places for catering for the reception and she requested some information from one of the vendors that we really like.

Ana checks the mail daily, and when our package from the vendor arrived, she remembered pulling it from our mail box, and thinking, 'okay, this is weird, and it feels kind of akward...and...smooshy? What the...?'

When our 'care package' arrived with all of the information from them, they included a little somethin' somethin' extra for us to...well, I guess - share?

You see...here's the thing: it's already busting triple digits every single day since early June and will stay that way through July and to the end of August. It was probably, easily a buck-10 when they sent us this package, and in the small metal box that faces east and south(regarded as the hottest and most exposed angle you could have toward the sun by any means[except the south of the equator]), it had to be about 50 degrees hotter, if not more.

So a word to you all out there - wait until November, maybe mid-October before sending us anything that 'melts'. Because this vendor decided not to send us a really exquisite soup of fine Belgian chocolate with a rock-salt additive surrounded in a aluminum foil package wrapped in a nice paper wrapper...it was supposed to be a candy bar.

Mmmmm...not so much.