Why on Earth would you want to convince her of something like that??

I don't know really. I just sort of fancied having one person who didn't think I was some kind of Evil Genius with my own robot army and the power of tan. Plus a whip and glittery ball fetish. All in less than three weeks... Still, you're right, it's hopeless. *Sobs quietly in robotic fashion*

Something awful's happened now. Not only the ironing, but my husband's just walked in and mentioned I haven't spoken to him for an hour and a half (actually it's been longer than that, but I'll let him keep his illusions). I may have to go and do something!