Mine

My husband slipped some money in the offering plate as it passed down our row at church. The money was folded up so the denomination was not evident, but I have to admit, I rolled my eyes and sighed a little too loudly.

(I blogged over at CCFL yesterday. To read the rest of this post, click here.) 

 (disclaimer: This is not a photo of my husband's hand. He is 37, not 73.)