I thought you were entertaining, you cited it to show the limits of your own understanding of Mormonism.

I got it.

Dude, before I got sober, you could have found sixteen pairs of underwear, about a thousand beer cans, and a service for twelve under mine!

Next!

Thanks, Lemon; cool handle!

Agreed; she should be checked, and if it is a medical condition, it should be treated. I just remember so many times when my perfectly fine-looking Scottish relatives would come to the US for a visit, and my American friends would ask me why their cheeks were so red. (Granted, in my family, a lot of the redness is due to what used to be called "Gin Blossoms!") But for most of my relatives, rosy red cheeks are just the norm. Those questions taught me a lot about American standards of beauty and how just being a little different begins to be considered defective. During WW II, when the Europeans were first exposed to American GIs, who had been spared the rationing and food shortages the French and Brits had experienced for years, and who reflected the genetic benefits of coming from a diverse nation, they were astonished at these taller, more muscular, and beautifully "toothed" cousins from across the pond. We (Scots) are generally short, stocky, brown or red-headed (some of us are blonde and tall, not a lot) and red of face. That will happen when you live on an island in the North Sea. and come from a more homogeneous gene pool. Appreciate your comment and advice, though. 

At age 56, in need of money and not liking the echo in my house at night, I got a roommate, a very-slightly younger woman. It’s weird.

She’s perfectly nice, she pays her rent on time, she walks the dog when I can’t, she even does the dishes and washes the floor. It’s still weird.

Even though I know it’s not her, it’s me; it’s weird.