Perverted

This morning, John says to me:

"Do you know what 'perverse incentive' is?"

I say no, and he goes on to explain it.

And then he says, "This--" and he holds up his New Year's red pocket money up "--is perverse incentive not to marry you."

I managed not to throw my toothbrush at him. It's bad luck on New Year's to speak ill of anyone or conduct yourself poorly, after all.

(I love you so much, John.)