Nim: Since I started writing for the church bulletin, nothing's happened!
Abby: What do you mean nothing? Last week was grade school promotions, the teens volunteered at a homeless shelter and a missionary visited from Nigeria.
Nim: Yeah, but nothing that would let me shout, STOP THE PRESSES!!!
Abby: But we don't have presses. We only have a Xerox.
Nim: You know what I mean.
Abby: So I hear you're writing for the church bulletin.
Nim: Yep!
Nim: I've found my true calling. I'm going to rip the lid off corruption, take on the special interests and invoke fear at the very mention of my name.
Abby: Mmm, hmm. And what did you write about the church picnic?
Nim: Pish, posh! Noboddy cares about that trifle.
Abby: I care!
Nim: No, you just THINK you do. My job is to tell you what you SHOULD care about.
Nim: I've started writing for the church newsletter.
Con: That's great!
Nim: Yeah, and I'm not going to just write fluff-pieces either. I'm going to be a hard-hitting, take-no-prisoners, investigative journalist.
Nim: I'm going to use the time-honored tools of baseless accusations, innuendo and fear to whip my readers into a fury! Now I just need a juicy subject for my first Pulitzer Prize-winning story!
Con: I don't know if...
Nim: I've got it! Wednesday Night Suppers: What Are You REALLY Eating?!!!
