Hey there! How's life treating you? I've had a bit of an itch to write here again, so let's get to it. I'm in my comfy bed after a beautiful evening at the Savannah Bananas baseball game with Piers and Wallace. First of all, if you like baseball, or even if you don't but enjoy … Continue reading Summer – Baseball, Boys, and Tension Headaches
Since I got another library notification about overdue books in my inbox this morning, AND because I want to revive this poor neglected blog, it seemed like a perfect time to pull this beauty from the archives.
Enjoy! Hope the holiday season is treating you well. Lots of love, friends.
I just lost it on the poor woman who answered the phone at our local library.
I’m not proud.
And truthfully, I didn’t exactly lose it, but as someone who loathes confrontation and prefers every interaction to be the harmonious variety, it felt that way.
I received a freaking collections letter FROM THE LIBRARY in my mailbox today.
I’m still trying to pop my eyeballs back into their sockets.
I always hear money-conscious people say, “Just use your local library! It’s more economical!”
That may be true for most people, and it’s a good tip for a voracious reader like me. Amazon One-Click is entirely too easy for my impulsive nature.
BUT… I make more *donations* to the local library than I care to admit because I exist IN THE NOW. I remember to return books when I drive by the library as my borrowed items rest happily…
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