My funny cousin "Rotten Robyn" has changed her blog to "I Married the Pastor." Says she:

Do I take everything he says and turn it into some sort of "Theology for Blondes"?  A pastor’s wife doesn’t talk incessantly about her panties, does she? Does my son automatically become some unruly "preacher’s kid"? I have two new daughters to train in the ways of the world — how to wave like a queen, don’t touch your nailpolish for at least 10 minutes and how to order a drink at Starbucks. Do you know where I can get a manicure pedicure in Nepal? One thing is for sure, I make church a prettier place.

Pastor Poodle Hater, you’re in for a fun ride.