I've read 31 books this year. And started countless others. Recent complete reads have been: The Magicians - To me, this is Harry Potter on speed mixed with The Never-Ending Story. Maybe that's just me. But it did end. And now I have to read the sequel. Damn. 13 Little Blue Envelopes - Because I … Continue reading Reading Through The Stacks: Loyalty To Books
The closest thing I have to a routine these days is clicking through job adverts, and then clicking through Facebook and reading blogs before lunch. All of this is fueled by the zombie-coffee Sarge makes for me before he heads to work. Depending on the mood I'm in/whether it's a good hair day, he makes … Continue reading A Schedule, Of Sorts
This just happened: Sarge: The invitations might arrive tomorrow. Me: Maybe, but we can’t send them out without RSVPs. Those’ll take longer. Sarge: Maybe, but at least they’ll be here. We can just look at them. And that, my friends is reason number 5,8386 why I love him.
Some more maybe not-so-little known facts about me: I have a serious problem with spending money in places that don’t have accessible toilets, or anywhere I have to move furniture to get around. I engage Go Go (or not) Gadget Camel if the place sells books or cheesecake. I’m weak. Current obsessions include: Yankee Candles, … Continue reading Will Do Kegels For Cheesecake
I’m not claustrophobic or anything, but I’m beginning to think our place is too small. It isn’t really; we just have too much junk. I could speak only for myself, but I won’t. A few weeks ago, Sarge spent a day or two making the Reading Room look, well, like a room. He put photos … Continue reading Space, Or Something Like it
Regular readers will know that Sarge hates cheese. Last night was the first time he tried a pizza without chocolate on it. And of course, hold the cheese. What was he thinking? And a question from me: Is pizza without cheese really pizza?
Best laid plans of mice and me sometimes end up on the couch. I didn’t make it to Dad’s today. His instructions on the phone this afternoon? ‘Wrap your menstrual hormones around some ice cream. I’m going back to bed.’ My response? ‘Why are you so NICE to me?’ And then I ate half a … Continue reading Channel Hopping