This is not a metaphor.

My sister got a rolling pin.

Sunday afternoon, our church threw her a shower. Among her wife-ly bounty she got muffin trays, cookbooks, a cake tray that doubles as a punch bowl...and a rolling pin.

June Cleaver uses rolling pins, not my sister.


[It's funny how a rolling pin in a giftbag, casually lying on the dining room table, can make you feel more than a stack of invitations, a dress, and a veil do.]