On a cold and frosty night in early January, Dennis and I were out on a date to dinner. As we sat in the parking lot, I noticed how the steam coming off the people could be seen as they walked out of the restaurant and in front of the headlights of the cars in the parking lot.
I tried to duplicate it when I got home by dipping is clothes in hot water and having him stand outside in the snow in 0 degree temperature with a light shining behind him. What a good sport. Seriously, how many husbands would do that for their wives?