I rode my bike, took a walk, ate barbecue at a picnic table. I went to the mall with my sister. I hate the mall, but with her it's almost fun. I love how, in context, spending $90 on a see-through dry-clean-only blouse seems almost reasonable when you're at the mall. I did not fall for the mall's devious marketing techniques today, although I may go back next week when they do the free gift at Clinique. I'm not a sucker because I need lipstick anyway.
The highlight of the weekend was probably watching Roone geek out on the UT game. Roone is much more interesting than the game itself. I hope I don't make him self conscious and spoil everything by writing this, but if you think you hate watching football, you should reserve judgment until you watch it with Roone. He yelps, sneers, paces, mutters darkly, obsessively refreshes the fan message boards, screams obscenities, and chainsmokes when the Longhorns aren't doing well. He leaps, bounces, spins, hoots, and stirs the chili when they are. UT finally won their annual dick-measuring contest with OU yesterday, so Roone was happy, even more so after he made Eric and me watch the same touchdown seven or eight times on his VCR, chortling with real pleasure each time.
In other news, I have the murky foundation for a sinus headache right now. I also really wish people would quit dying in huge disasters.