Mark and I are staying with my parents and grandmother as part of our ongoing job-and-home-hunting quest. This morning, we hit up Borders for a couple of things. When we got home, the following conversation ensued:
Me: Well, we managed to only get one other thing at Borders (we went to pick up a test prep book for Mark).
Grandma: Oh? What’s that?
Me: Understanding Comics.
Grandma: I’m disappointed.
Me: Well, it’s for my job! It’s professional development! (side note: this is only kind of true. Mostly it’s an accessory to my burgeoning love for comics/graphic novels).
Grandma: Well. You could have fooled me.