A few weekends ago, our subdivision had its semiannual neighboorhood-wide yard sale. I'm genetically incapable of ignoring such things, especially when the weather is nice. I decided to take a stroll and see what was on offer.
At one house they had several boxes of books that I decided to rifle through. As I read the titles, I grew more and more uncomfortable.
First there was Time Management For Dummies. Okay, we could all use a little help there.
Then there was Your Pregnancy Day by Day. Uh-oh, the bad time managers are having a baby.
Next I ran across Keeping the Spice in Your Marriage. Bad time management plus a new baby equals no time for romance.
Then the final blow: Surviving Separation and Divorce. Guess we should have seen that coming.
I had better luck in the next box: A copy of Dan Brown's Angels and Demons for 50 cents. Not my kind of book, but my associate editor once worked for Brown's agent, so I figured I'd better brush up. And so far, even though I see its flaws, I'm enjoying it.