The Mold People
We just got engaged today, and we smell like donuts. Let me explain. There's mold growing on the air in our bedroom. Being in Baguio, there's mold everywhere, but Tim has this idea that the mold we have is aging into yeast, (are they the same family? It doesn't matter. This theory is what counts.) and the yeast is rising into donuthood. (And the clincher of the theory is that we are now being taken over by the Mold People and slowly being mind-controlled into not cleaning anything because the smell is soooo pleasant. Our bathroom smells like a vanilla muffin.) Seriously, when we smell each other, we always say, "You smell like X donuts," wherein X is either strawberry, cinnamon, bavarian, et. al. We could sniff each other's collars all day, because dagnabbit, we do smell like X donuts. And we got engaged today. We shopped for a ring at around 4:00 in the afternoon, and ended up in the mall. All the PhP 473,939 rings are blinged to hell, so we settled