After a full day of picking up college accoutrements, The Pony and I lunched at Captain D's (his choice) and stopped by EmBee for the mail as we neared home.
"What'd we get?"
"A postcard from OU about the welcoming activities for incoming freshmen, something for #1 about air miles, and your Entertainment Weekly magazine. Huh. I thought that said something else."
By this time I had turned T-Hoe onto the gravel road down by the creek. Thankfully bereft of yesterday's car parked between the NO TRESPASSING signs, and the man and woman in swimwear sitting on a flat rock in the middle of the creek, drinking canned beers from spongy coolie cups.
I glanced at the magazine cover, and saw, across the bottom, in stand-out letters:
J.K. Rowlings Fantastic Beasts.
No comment from The Pony on what he THOUGHT it said...