I guess this is just a reflection of my strange sense of humor, but…I couldn’t help myself.
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?