My mom keeps walking outside and immediately remarking on how foggy her glasses are. This is the price we pay for vacationing somewhere humid.
So far, the day has been a good one. Rachel and I sort of jogged through DFW, then discovered our plane was boarding, so we locked up our bladders and made it on the puddle jumper.
We missed a few turns between airport and motel, got confused by the worst parking lot EVER, were greeted by the two cutest little boys in the world and a pretty great young man, then I got to be a jungle gym/merry go round/swing while we decided where to go to dinner. Our options were seafood, seafood, seafood and Cock on the Walk. That was my vote.
Then I tried an oyster. It was awful. Nothing should feel like that in your mouth.
Finally, oh glorious day, it rained. Hard. It was warm. It was wonderful. I miss the rain.