As Lissa noted yesterday, the power of the Lanky hot tub is a mighty one. There isn't much better in this world than H. and her sister M. even without said tub, but their parents' back porch on a moonlit night was pretty darn good. Tub tub tub is fun to say, period. Said tub, said tub.
And I will stop talking about this soon, but the library saga continues, and just keeps getting more amazing. Now there are links to your local public libraries' wishlists. Although DC doesn't have a list up, and I don't believe that our public libraries are so well-endowed here that we don't need any books... our libraries probably can't afford computers from which to post a list. But anyway. This made me laugh out loud:
I said to Mary Ann that working at Amazon and giving a gift certificate for Christmas is like working at Subway and bringing home lettuce for your birthday.
Ha! Shout-out to Ang and her once-pickled self. It's so nice to go over there and read about all the wonderful book-loving people running around loose in the world. OK, I promise I'm done now.*
*Depending on what she posts tomorrow.
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