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Rock A Saturday

So what's better than a new pair of impractical fushia shoes?

A library card! I finally made it to the library during operating hours and have officially checked out my first books in the county. I've had a library card since I was 8 years no matter where I have lived. Since I am officially banned from buying books (a decree from my dear husband who finds my reading pace obscene), I must have that lovely piece of plastic that gives me entrance to the world of books.

Today's treasures are a book by Chris Kuzneski (He's adorable and answers his emails!) and book about Bosnia. I recently found out that one of the sisters in the novel I am writing is married to a Bosnian refugee. (I just love when the characters spring things like this on me.) Now I need to do some catch up on the history of the region.

My to-do list is growing, and my receipts don't really look anything like the shopping list I took with me this morning. I did pick up the bok choy and trouser socks. I also came home with an inflatable punching bag and two bracelets. My toes are now purple instead of red. I just finished watching Superbad on my will-have-to-do-until-I-get-to-Wal Mart DVD player connection.

I sure know how to rock a Saturday.

Comments

Christy said…
Get your Saturday on, girl!
Got the book in the mail - thanks!

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