My Spouse Needs A Blog

Just so she can post her cat pictures and stop being so superior about not having a blog like “you and your geeky little friends.”

The only problem is that she hates writing. Fortunately, she has a willing husband to type her adventures into his blog. (And on his nights off, I do it instead… badum-chick!)

Today’s Tales of the Book Store includes blasphemy and revulsion. If you’re squeamish about body parts or are afraid you’ll get struck down by a humorless God, you’d best leave now.

First, the “we’re so going to hell” story…

When the manager suggested that they rename the drinks in the cafe to cash in on the new Mel Gibson movie, she suggested the “Pontius Pi-latte.”

*groan*

And she complains about my puns. At least I’m going to have company in Hades!

Now the gross part.

She asked us to guess what she found in the children’s section today. We guessed everything from a dirty diaper to a dead body. But it was way more bizarre than that… here’s how she told it:

I saw something on the floor. I bent down to pick it up and… oh. my. God. It was toenail clippings! Someone had clipped their toenails in the kids section of the book store. Ewwwwwwwwwwwww.

Yeah, she needs a blog.