I asked The Husband for something to write about, as I’m currently drawing blanks, and he suggested writing about how cranky I am when I wake up each morning. But by “cranky,” he really means sweet with a sunny disposition, so that’s out.
I thought briefly of telling you about a certain individual who works in our human resources department and how I walk away feeling like a reprimanded five-year-old every time I’m forced to talk to her. But then I’d have to get into details about my job and, well, my job is uber boring and no one wants to hear the deets. I’d lose you in ten-seconds flat. Probably five. So, I’ll just say there’s a woman in HR who causes me a lot of angst and I very much dislike her.
And then there’s this:
I was going to talk in lengthy detail about the fact that we’re exactly six months away from the premier of New Moon, but I really have nothing to say except WE’RE EXACTLY SIX MONTHS AWAY FROM THE PREMIER OF NEW MOON. The caps should successfully convey my excitement. Amen.
I’d love to share the two recipes I tried over the weekend, but all the images are still stored on my memory card where they’ll most likely remain until I can freaking shake this reading frenzy. I’m still Nora Roberts-obsessed and just started the second book of one of her many trilogies. Actually, it’s gotten so bad that I’ve started purchasing books from (gasp) a book store.
This makes me cringe as I am morally opposed to paying full price for books (at eight bucks a pop, they ain’t cheap), but have depleted my stock of unread Nora Roberts books. Normally, I’d spend hours happily browsing the used book stores at the libraries where I can walk away without having paid more than fifty cents, but I just happened to finish my last book at nine p.m. on Saturday. (Yes, I was at home reading on Saturday night. Leave me alone.)
In my impatience to get my hands on some new reading material, Borders was my only option. And what did I buy? A book one. Which means if I wanted to continue the trilogy, I had to go back and purchase book two. And sometime in the next day or two, I’ll have to purchase book three. Sigh. If it makes you feel any better, I have coupons.
(Don’t worry, this too shall pass.)
I’ll leave you with this:
My sister, J.
You be the judge. Does it look like she’s floating or like she’s a giant?