Well, so it’s Friday. Grey skies, kids with the flu, still not entirely sure the Nobel thing isn’t some kind of Facebook hoax.
Am I summing up your day here? Thought so.
We need cheering up. And you know what they say: when things get tough, the tough sit down and go tappitty-tap and find themselves at Ebay.
Not religious, but Nobel-laureate-ish. (FOLKS THIS IS NOT REAL MONEY YOU CANNOT SPEND IT)
As we all know, God is everywhere, so technically this would be true, no matter where you put it. Still . . .
One universally-recognized brand name deserves another.
Go ahead, rush the season. Bring Baby Jesus some cupcakes.
You’ll want this to go with it.
Here I’ve been letting my kids use all the bottle caps for dolly dishes. Little did I imagine the money-making inspirational-craft potential.
More confusion about angels; or, does this not look more like a symbol of the Trinity?
Uh, you know, you can dress up as, like, the Pope or a priest or whatever . . . one of those religious dudes that wear, like, a great big huge giant white cross on the front of their shirts . . . yeah, one of those guys.
Or you can let your fingers walk the walk.
In the no-kidding category: Lord’s Prayer Craved Throughout
There is something melancholy about a family photograph which has lost its family. On the other hand, you could write a novel about these people . . .
A good deal on Teaching Company audiotapes.
From a distance, this looks just the tiniest bit like a baby asleep inside a Venus flytrap.
Oh, look. Sun’s out . . .
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