Yesterday I was thinking about Jon's small fascination that he had with serial killers a while ago. We were newly married, and when he was bored at work he would research serial killers on wikipedia. His favorite song from Sufjan Steven's Illinois album was John Wayne Gacy, Jr. One day he was telling me how serial killers really weren't scary or creepy to the outside world. He said, "Isn't it crazy? Serial killers are usually people you would NEVER suspect." That got me thinking. Who was the person I knew that would never, ever be a serial killer? Jon. For about 30 seconds to a minute I was honestly freaked out that my new husband was so wonderful that he must be a serial killer because he would never be a serial killer. I was totally caught up in circular logic and memories of episodes of "48 hours." If Jon realized then how extensive (and irrational) my worries are sometimes (thank you, Hallmark genes) he would have known to keep his interesting facts to himself.