Don't judge a white-trash book by its cover

First, I was given permission to write this. Before you read on understand that I married a marvelous woman who enjoys rereading fancy books with phrases like "A Christmas frost had come at midsummer; a white December storm had whirled over June; ice glazed the ripe apples, drifts crushed the blowing roses; on hayfield and cornfield lay a frozen shroud: lanes which last night blushed full of flowers, to-day were pathless with untrodden snow; and the woods, which twelve hours since waved leafy and flagrant as groves between the tropics, now spread, waste, wild, and white as pine-forests in wintry Norway."
Back to English, and ten-points to whosoever can name that quote (without googling it). If you like tough trivia questions you should try http://www.agoogleaday.com/ where the questions are so hard that you are encouraged to google the answer. Love pointless side tracks...okay on with what I am suppose to be blogging about, not that I have to as I have finished school and now I can do whatever I want and don't have to do those "suppose to do" things like all those poor suckers stuck in government re-education camps..I mean schools.
So anyways, Tonia has been getting car sick lately, which usually means another one is on the way, or I am driving like usual. So she decided for some peace of mind, that is peace not piece -no cannibal jokes, that she would run into a $0.99 store (were is the cent symbol?) and get a pregnancy test, because why not trust the knowledge of the future existence of human life to the cheapest lab test possible? She ran into the store, asked the clerk who took a look over her and then said "Aisle 6...good luck?"
As Tonia related this to me, I too looked over her and determined that buying a $0.99 pregnancy test, while not wearing a wedding ring because it got squished, with very tired eyes from dealing with sick kids, a dirty, food stained white shirts that says "Don't forget the compass because it's awkward having to eat your relatives", and multiple bruises on your arm (no idea how she got them- I think she is part banana) might give someone the impression that my sweet wife may not be the type that enjoys classical English literature. Just saying. And no I am not posting answer (please insert an maniacal laugher here).