…other than, “Who will be the GOP nominee?”
Or, “Which starburst flavor is superior?” (strawberry) (duh) (like, not even a close call)
Or, “What kind of a world do we live in where the Lindsay Lohan Playboy issue sells out but we can’t get anyone to read The Wall Street Journal?”
Or, “How is it that I can rally 127 Google followers but I can’t get one of my family members to accept my friend request on facebook?”
All good questions, but the one that I know is burning at the tips of at least 11 of your tongues is, “Did Vern get her kids a dog for Christmas?” My friend Emily stopped me in church Sunday morning with this precise inquiry, so I will tell you basically the same thing I told her.
He’s the color of brown sugar with soft, droopy ears. His pug nose is dotted with dark brown freckles, and he smiles ALL the time. He slept through the night on day one and has snuggled his way even into my cold, dead heart.
Ladies and gentlemen, meet “Jimmer”.
The kids didn’t think it was funny either.