There’s some kind of joke about a phantom pregnancy waiting to be made here, but the precise configuration of it eludes me.
I’ll admit I was a little surprised when she asked me to marry her.
I mean, I’d never been proposed to by a hallucination of the Virgin Mary before.
It was a small ceremony. All our friends thought we were crazy, of course.
What do they know?
I think we’re happy. Okay, it isn’t all smooth sailing.
But what marriage is?
The sex is fantastic.