I totally meant to post yesterday, but spent the time I had set aside for blogging consoling my sister on the phone. She found out the rat bastahd she's been seeing for a couple of years recently joined a dating site. She needed someone to talk to about all the little ways in which he has given her pause to wonder over the course of their whole relationship. She said she's through with him and I told her over and over again that she is doing the right thing. Like I am anyone who should be passing out relationship advice.
Why the gobble gobble, you may be asking. Well, I was just thinking about the turkey dinner I had yesterday evening. One of my coworkers, lets call her Babymama (because all she ever talks about are her kids), invited me and Milly over to her house for dinner, to help her eat leftovers. Dang, sometimes a turkey dinner just really wows me when it isn't Thanksgiving or Easter or something. She's a really good cook too. I can and do cook of course...but I don't LOVE doing it the way a good cook should. After the meal, we even got some razzleberry pie. Unfortunately, all that starch and tryptophen(sp?) and sugar practically put me in a coma. Yet I still had to come back to work and be peppy for storytime and fiery and indignant for my sister. It was a long three hours.
Today the building is so packed. A good many of these kids are here every single day. Geez. I know when I was a kid I sure never spent that much time in a library, although I was the kind of kid who probably wouldn't have minded.