So, I’m wearing the shirt my husband gave me for Christmas. It says “Careful, or you’ll end up in my novel.” I had forgotten I was wearing it…until just now when I answered the door to this clean-cut young man who clearly wanted to introduce me to Jesus. He paused visibly before saying a word to me…his eyes were at my chest level, so I looked down to see what he was looking at. Oh yeah. The shirt.
He sort of blushed and averted his eyes as he launched into his spiel. He actually looked relieved when I stopped him and said, “thanks, but I’m not interested.” Then he high-tailed it down my driveway.
The power of the shirt??? Gee, what if my husband had gotten me the other shirt? The one that said, “Please do not annoy the writer…she may put you in a book and KILL you!”