Speaking of toilets

Welcome, Conversion Diary readers!  I’m so glad you stopped by, and I hope you stick around.

I must warn you that things here are a little different from what you may have become accustomed to at Jen’s site.  I have almost no control over the appearance of my poor patchy little blog, for one thing.  I’m serious, I can’t even find my cursor right now.  At her site, on the other hand, you will see a striking, cohesive  design, thoughful, elegantly-phrased but sincere ruminations on the faith, and the occasional photo of a scorpion that drowned in her toilet.

None of that here, my friends.  My toilet would clamp its lid down in shame if a camera came anywhere near it; and we don’t have scorpions, anyway.  One of the blessings of living in New Hampshire is that everything really disgusting and bitey dies once a year.

I forget what I was talking about.  Oh, I was going to show you this picture!

Nice, eh?  This is pretty much what happened when my future husband started talking about getting married.  Not that obliging elephant, I mean–  it’s that, as soon as someone starts paying me some attention, I try and convince them that they’re making a horrible mistake, and should run and run as fast as they can.

Well, we’ve been married for almost 13 years now, and it turned out that it’s going really well.  Men just don’t listen.