I was feeling very overwhelmed and depressed this morning, so I did the rational thing: picked a fight with Aaron. Aaron, being more mature than I on this particular day, said that I was picking a fight with him because I'm overwhelmed and depressed. So he cuddled in bed with me and we decided to run away to France where he would cook and I would get a goat and make cheese, but then we realized that we'd have to smuggle the dog in -- brief discussion of a Scooby Doo-style disguise occurred -- and we decided instead to run away to Canada. But then Aaron had to go to work, so we decided to put it off until tomorrow.