1. I am technically a burden on society (Thank Brother Brigham)
2. I might just be a plague upon the land (Thanks regurgitated crickets)
3. And maybe, just maybe, I'm a bit too picky (Thanks Ma)
Not married is a bad status to be in in this state. But I'm sure I'll reveal my mishaps in near-marriage as we go along.
Harper is not my real name, of course. It stems from my near-obsession with Harper Lee who wrote To Kill a Mockingbird. I love Harper Lee even if she is a recluse. I guess I am a recluse too. I guess I'm Boo Radley. I'd rather stay home than go out. I'd rather chew my own foot clean off than go on a date. I hate singles ward activities. You heard me right: I said I hate singles ward activities. I don't do game night. Torture doesn't even BEGIN to describe these natural disasters. I don't scrapbook or craft, either. And my philosophy on break-the-fast: "I'm here for the food."
Here is my launch. Here is my story. Harper reveals it all.
