Conservatives like to pretend there aren't two levels of self-esteem...it's been a long time since child development, but from what I remember it has two levels: One for when you're tiny, and trying to learn your worth as a human being. and the kind that comes as you begin accomplishing things and managing your environment. It's all important.

Exactly.

I've lost all brain cells, so I'll just keep nodding in time to erika's posts.

Only ever lived in sin once. Took 5 years for it to happen. Lived in sin for about a year and a half.

Then we got married.

Noise, speaking of sin, does your partner prefer the email address with a 9 on the end, or the one with firstname.lastname? I have 2, and I'm not sure which to use.

Then we got married.

Yup, that's how it worked for me. Hubby moved in with me after he got tired of his crappy apartment and crappier roommates. I'd have been content to leave it at that, but somehow Provo landlords didn't like renting to unmarried couples. So, reader, I married him.

Cake is good ... can I have a man and a cake?

erika, I got caught in a wheelchair gridlock the other day - the hotel across the street from my office is where they're having the National Council on Independent Living conference. Had to watch out or get my toes run over.

And, Teppy, as long as he isn't interested in starting a family and thinks the incubator is the way to go.

Noise, speaking of sin, does your partner prefer the email address with a 9 on the end, or the one with firstname.lastname? I have 2, and I'm not sure which to use.

The one with the 9 on the end.

Then we got married.

And the sin part was great! The living...well, once we got a place that was bigger than a matchbox, worked out just fine.

In that little shoebox apartment we lived in, the living became not so fun, which meant the sin suffered.

"Can't you do dishes?"
"Can't you stop leaving your shoes in the middle of the floor?"
"Why do you have so many books?"
"Why do you have so many clothes?"
"Why can't you shower without spraying water all over the bathroom?"
"Wanna have sex?"
"God, no!"
"Me either."

Thanks, ND! Looking for people to say nice things about me.

In that little shoebox apartment we lived in, the living became not so fun, which meant the sin suffered.

Hee.

Ahhhh...the good ole days.

Still haven't gotten a hold of anyone yet to see when they are coming home.

Of course, my mom's answer will be, "What does it matter? You should be keeping the house clean anyway." To which I want to respond, "YOU don't keep your house clean. It's the cleanest it's been since Jess moved out! Now go back up north."

Har. I won't live in sin, not because I think that there's anything wrong with it, but I just want to save it for marriage.