Mr. Right and I were walking through our neighborhood this afternoon, on our way home from doing some shopping. As we passed by a Catholic church, I slowed down to look at the mass times on the board outside.

Mr. Right: What are you doing, woman?

Me: Nothing.

Mr. Right: You're thinking about going back to mass?? Why?

Me: You'll laugh.

Mr. Right: You want to join the ranks, don't you? To show that there's still a few left on this side of the fight?

Dammit, that's why I married him. I don't have to say all the crazy stuff that goes through my mind - he already knows. He knows that I'm thinking of going back to church, because I don't know how else I can fight a war I wasn't invited to or make my thoughts count regarding gay marriage, or prove that Canada is still a Christain country, and that Christians just want to co-exist with everyone else - we don't want to blow them up.

Mr. Right knows that the occasional thought goes through my head that we should have babies, if for no other reason than the Muslim birthrate is a zillion times higher than everyone else's, and I feel like we're slacking. But he also knows that I don't want to have babies, because there might not be a world free of dhimmitude for them to live in.

So the big question is: will I return to the fold of the Roman Catholic church? I have no idea. But the thought has been with me for a few weeks now. I'll let you know if/when...