STUPID

Chris and I were wandering around the local thrift store looking for a trivet when we came to the book isle. We stood there looking past the Harlequin Romances for anything good (which isn't easy because they don't believe in alphabetizing there). Fuzzy vision was beginning to set in when Chris reached across for a copy of A Million Little Pieces and as he pulled it from the shelf all I could do was stare at the cover with all the candy dots and say "I'm not going to eat that".