I need to post

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Soon I will post about:

1. School
2. Spiritual Renewal
3. My book
4. Health care

But for now, I leave you to ponder the absurdity of The Abstinence Thong.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I AM WEARING THAT RIGHT NOW!!!!!
August 26, 2008 at 11:42 AM
Unknown said…
I don't even have any words.......
August 26, 2008 at 12:50 PM
Loren Eaton said…
Maybe it's, like, wedding-night attire.

Wait, who am I kidding?
August 26, 2008 at 1:18 PM
Mary @ Giving Up On Perfect said…
And how did you even find that, Amy???
August 26, 2008 at 1:51 PM
Cool Dad said…
why not have something a little more universal, like a STOP sign?
August 26, 2008 at 2:06 PM
Amy said…
CafePress also sells an I heart Jesus thong - but it doesn't seem to be sold by "The Daily Christian."
Mocha - as usual, LOL
Dawn - yours is in the mail!
Loren & Cool Dad - I look forward to the day when Family Christian Stores opens up their new "Holy Lingerie" concept stores. I'm sure they're coming. We can submit all of our ideas to them.
Photoqueen - I believe the question is - what took me so long to find it?
August 26, 2008 at 7:01 PM
Jack and Lexi's Mom said…
"Holy lingerie"? The mind reels...
Wait, I get it. This is like the Mormans protective ungergarments!
August 27, 2008 at 12:49 PM
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