She Rolled Her Eyes

My mother stepped outside and yelled to me: This shirt would make a good painting shirt!

I stopped what I was doing (pruning a branch from a poplar tree and making no particular progress other than giving my arm a good workout). From my perch on the ladder, I turned to look back at her.

She stood there just outside the door holding my purple shirt up in the air.

I could keep it, she volunteered.

No, I said. It's one of my favorites.

She scowled as she gave it a second look. And she raised some sort of objection -- something about how it looked ratty or how it was time for a newer shirt or something like that.

I like it.

As she turned to go back into the house, she rolled her eyes. I know she rolled her eyes, although eyes didn't show it.

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Consistency?

From Andrew Sullivan, blogrolled on The Visser View:

in some ways, I respect their hideous consistency. One of the things that befuddles me about some Christian fundamentalists is why they don't call for public executions of homosexuals. They say they believe in the Bible literally. And Leviticus clearly calls for the death penalty for sodomy. So why do they refuse to follow the Bible? Or are they cafeteria fundamentalists? [AndrewSullivan]

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