When we went back Thursday evening so she could restock, we lugged all those books back in and when folks would do a double take I would explain with a straight face that we made it into town only once a month.
Today I was walking through the living room while she was putting together some lunch and saw this on the coffee table:
Whoa, whoa WHOA!!!! What the fuck is this? OH HELL NO!!!!!I was almost having a seizure here. I couldn't even begin to understand how her mind was working on this one. Seriously, bring a muslim book in the house? On the property?
But after I flipped it over and read the synopsis on the back I saw there wasn't a fucking thing about islam in there, it was just another one of her beloved trashy romance novels so I gave her my approval to read it after I dickslapped the crescent moon and rubbed bacon grease on it.
