Sweet mother of God, you’re married?!

I don’t see why people should be so shocked. It’s like I’ve just admitted to having a penchant for baby ponies. One friend exclaimed that suddenly, I’d “grown up” and that I would be doing “grown up things” from now on. Except that I’ve been doing, ahem, “grown up things” for a while now. Just look at my porn folder.

Of course, the biggest loser in all this is Pat who, as reward for enduring me the past 7 years, gets to endure me for the next 70. As (somewhat scant) compensation, I promise to hunt down all cockroaches, scrub the toilet every fortnight and to never EVER leave my bag on the bed.