On the day of my wedding, I knew I was ready. I stood there, at the end of the aisle, gazing into her dew-filled, sapphire eyes, longing to say my vows and spend an eternity with the woman who had so easily stolen my heart.
I opened my mouth and the words escaped me, almost by magic: "Well, to be honest. She's not bad. I'd give her about a 6 out of 10. Her laugh annoys me and she's a bit frumpy. I reckon I could do much better."
And there it was again, my bad altar ego.
2011 Flagstaff 831 RLBSS
Hypochondria is the only illness I don't have.