Yeah, but great boobs!

It's a sub-group within evangelicalism, and that publishing line is catering to the most conservative sub-group, because that's who their booksellers cater to.

I think they're also catering to a wider audience that way. I mean, there probably aren't that many people who are going to put down a book because people don't drink in it. I can see someone putting down a book that had a lecture about the evils of alcohol, but I really can't see the "I read this whole book and no one had a beer at any point -- I'm never reading this publisher again." But I'm sure there are people who'll stop reading if there is alcohol.

I guess my nape is ok...Buffistas want to nibble on it. I'm still not sure what happens in those books...fair amount of relative death and stuff I imagine.

So it's basically my boobs preventing me from having a gorgeous, nape-highlighting, short bob.

I am very content with your current haircut. And your boobs. It's a win win situation for me.

I'm reading the excerpt from the Christian chick lit book linked in that article, and I've got a question -- what's a singles pastor? Is it just the minister who happens to coordinate the singles group, or is that his actual title within the rest of the church?

And that's really why we grow hair. Or not.

StuntHusband, I'm awfully sorry about your former gent and the unhappiness he's locked himself into. I'm sure the folks at St. Gregory of Nyssa are still fretting over him -- I've been there a couple of times and have friends who married there and work there, and the entire community is just the biggest bunch of cheerfully lefty rabble-rousing LBGT-friendly social justice liberation theology happily crazy fringe radicals you'd ever want to meet.

I no longer have any idea how to classify any religious person's religiosity, and the fundamentalists and upper and lower-case c/Conservatives and e/Evangelicals in the U.S. have managed to muddle things up hopelessly. The folks of my general bent usually describe ourselves as social justice, liberation theology or sometimes Dorothy Day Christians, which I expect to our opposite numbers is like a big neon sign saying DELUDED HERETICS WHO ARE GONNA FRY IN HELL LIKE FAT LITTLE CORNISH GAME HENS, but whatever.

And, apropos of nothing else whatever, I'd feel all sad for the characters in the trashy romances I read if they couldn't ever get a little giddy with each other over a bottle of champagne. And now I really want to read the Quaker romance novel Betsy just posted about.

Cereal:

brenda's nape is very pretty, and I bet Cashmere's is too.

I think Brenda and Teppy need to have a blonde curly-off. Sans cute.

My baby got a sunburn and scratched by our cat and ate 8 olives (and that's all) for dinner and went to bed. Poor baby.

Who can write a church novel without raffles? (You can tell I live in the Land of the Lutherans.)

Put in euchre and/or bingo, and Catholic, and you got my upbringing. How do you have a wedding reception with no booze or dancing?