Underwear & Holy Crap

Tonight my family is celebrating my little brother’s birthday. It’s hard to believe, but Michael is 13 now. It really freaks me out that all the kids my mom used to baby sit for when I was in high school are now in high school, or college. I know that if I look at the calendar I’ll see that I’ve been out of high school for soon-to-be 16 years. But it sure doesn’t feel like it’s been that long… Has it really been 16 years? My twenty year reunion will be here before I know it. Holy Crap!

Michael wouldn’t or couldn’t tell me what he wanted for his birthday. I told him he better give me some idea or I’d get him socks and underwear. He never did give me any ideas, guess what he’s getting. I’m getting him something else, but I can’t wait to see his face when he opens the bag from me. I just wish some of his friends were going to be there. I take great pleasure in embarrasing him.

As I was shopping for his gift I stopped at a Bible bookstore. One of the ideas that was passed on to me was an item I would find there. I decided to look at Bibles. The one I’ve got is kind of cheaply bound and is falling apart already. I found one that I really liked. But I noticed there was no price tag on it, or on any of the Bibles. I was suddenly hit with the question, 'what is a fair price for something that is the divinely inspired, infallible, word of God'?

I decided to go ahead and buy the one that I liked even though I wasn’t completely sure the price. After the guy rang up Michaels gift, my new Bible, and couple other small things, the total was $109. ‘What?! How much was that Bible?’ I asked. The clerk said, rather smugly ‘$69.99’, with a tone in his voice that echoed the question I had asked myself. Holy Crap!