My Swagbucks shirt

click on the picture if you want to read what it says.

I fully intended to save up my Swagbucks for something really valuable, something like an Amazon gift card, you know? But they were burning a hole in my pocket, so all I got was this lousy T-shirt. (You've seen those, right? My grandma went to Branson and all I got was this.... never mind.)

Actually, I like T-shirts. And I like free things.

Cliff, however, doesn't trust this Swagbucks thing.

"How'd you get it?"

"I shopped in the Swagstore and picked out the T-shirt and I gave them 55 Swagbucks and they sent it to me."

"It didn't cost anything? There's gotta be a catch."

"Well, probably the advertising obtained by sites like Amazon; I don't know."

"There's a catch somewhere. You don't get something for nothing."

Whatever.

Oh yeah, I bought a T-shirt too

I asked Cliff to take a picture of the back of my new T-shirt, the one I bought at Heart of God fellowship. If you can't read it, click on the picture to make it bigger.

Now I know Cliff's tricks, so as he took the camera behind me, I said, "I want pictures of the T-shirt, not my butt!"

"Stand still," he said. "I can't get a clear picture of the T-shirt if you don't stand still."

He took several shots, and I figured he must be behaving himself until I got home later and looked at the pictures. There were three views of my butt in chaps, and only this one of the actual T-shirt.

Geesh.

Delete, delete, delete. That's the best thing about digital cameras. No film is wasted on the pictures you don't want.