I guess this is just a reflection of my strange sense of humor, but…I couldn’t help myself.
Right now I’m reading
Crunchy Cons: How Birkenstocked Burkeans, Gun-Loving Organic Gardeners, Evangelical Free-Range Farmers, Hip Homeschooling Mamas, Right-Wing Nature Lovers, and Their Diverse Tribe of Countercultural Conservatives Plan to Save America
It was sitting open on the kitchen table.
Big Daddy was sorting through a pile of mail today, taking out all the credit-card offers so he could shred them. The kids always want the “fake credit cards” that come in these envelopes, so he left one on the table.
Guess what I’m using as a bookmark right now?