Wow! That's more than I've accomplished in three days.

I have to share this from my conversation with G. last night, because I'm still boggling in horror.

She's in the process of repainting and laying new wood floors throughout her house. As she was clearing out the hall closet so she could work in there, she discovered, at the very back of the top shelf, a grenade. Yes, an actual live grenade. Her ex-husband, who "loved his ordinance", and who promised to Jesus he'd get rid of it all, must have left it there when he divorced her. She had two kids in the house at the time. The oldest is grown and moved out, but the youngest has ADHD something awful and I fear if she had ever found that thing, she would not have been able to stop herself from the pulling the pin, even if she knew what it was.

He left a live goddamn grenade in his ex-wife's house, with his own child.

She's afraid to call the police, because she's certain they'll arrest her for possessing it, even though she OBVIOUSLY didn't know it was there. She says she's disabled it and will call him to come get it. I want to kill him.

This man is not the same as the man who's currently causing her grief. I want her to move away from that town and come live here where I can keep an eye on her and stop her from falling in love with terrible men.

Good job, smonster!

And because I am silly and forgot to say these things earlier: Happy Anniversary to Connie and her DH! Happy Birthday to Javachick and Dylan!

aw ... so many happy stories! congratulations to all those who married the right person (whether they were the first to ask or not).

I was proposed to once ... I said yes. Then I regained my sanity (and sense of self-preservation).

Sweet zombie Jesus, Zen. That is a horrifying story.

I found the right person due to this community. Still in our first year of marriage but consider that I didn't ever really plan to get married at all. When it is the right one then it just is the right one.

And maybe *I'll* ask.

Whoo hoo! I highly recommend!

I take great comfort in the fact that no one has ever asked me to marry them, and if things go according to plan, no one ever will. (I asked The Girl. Repeatedly. Including one serious 'keep ignoring this question and you will not get asked it anymore' proposal involving a very romantic picnic on Clapham Common with a treasure hunt to get her there. She then pretended, for the most painful five minutes of my life, that she didn't have a ring to give me in return for the one I gave her. Fortunately, she produced one before I could kill her with a fork.)

So did anyone else marry the first person who asked?

I've had three girlfriends and married two of them. I'm pretty sure I've married everyone who ever wanted to.

I'm pretty sure I've married everyone who ever wanted to.

That's a very completist stat.

Other than the occasional shouted-from-stoop "ooh, baby, wanna marry me?", which I don't think really counts, no one has ever asked. And I have not asked. Division by zero batting average, ahoy!