"A Problem Page For All!"

Really? That's the sort you see me marrying? I like that idea; I like the shadowy image you've put into my head. For some reason, I've never really had more than a very, very fuzzy image of the sort of person I expect to hook up with in life. Sometimes I've wondered if that means there's nobody in my future. Sob! Ach. I'll live with whatever God gives me in life. God wants me to be happy. God had better get me married within a decade to some wonderful person or I'll be very displeased! ...Oh, er, sorry. Sometimes I rant at God, or just give her some strong hints (Gorgeous and talented, do you hear? I want a gorgeous and talented mate, and good in bed, too).

Why do I think it's embarrassing to talk about childbirth and -bearing? Tsk! Catsy, weren't you ever an adolescent? Hormones, Catsy, are embarassing to discuss! (At least, in the Midwest they are.) (Runs and hides under the table.) Plus, when I talk about this I reveal such strong emotions within myself that it challenges even my superb self-control. Blarg. More hormones!