So today after church I had to take Ally back for her 12-year-old interview with the bishop (a.k.a. her dad).
It all seemed to go well until we got back into the car and were driving home.
I looked at what I had just set down between the front seats: a church magazine that belongs in the foyer of the church that I had been thumbing through while I was waiting for her - one I already have at home.
And NO, I did not turn around and go back. I'll send it back with Hal next week.
If I come to your house, HIDE ALL YOUR MAGAZINES. I am now doing this subconsciously!