Wow, now that I shot my whole wad on that title, I don't think I have anything left in me to post.
Okay, maybe I have a thing or two.
I haven't updated Books Read in about six weeks. I realized that it didn't look like much because I hade been re-reading and re-reading books recently. It serves as a nice distraction when my back or my leg are driving me up a wall. In the last month-and-a-half, I have re-read:
Duma Key, by Stephen King (twice), 800 pages each time
The Historian, by Elizabeth Kostova, 928 pages
A Dirty Job, by Christopher Moore (twice), 405 pages each time
I have also read:
Fool, by Christopher Moore, 336 pages
Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Last Straw, 217 pages
Mystery at Lilac Inn (Nancy Drew!), 180 pages
That comes to just over 4,000 pages.
My car was getting a new set of tie-rod ends the other day, so 17-year-old-Boy drove me to my scrapbooking outing. I don't really like to ride in his car, partly because he drives too aggressively (i.e., he exceeds the speed limit by 3-4 m.p.h.), and partly because, well, his car smells strongly of teenage boys. Apparently he agreed with me on that second part, because he bought one of those pine-tree-shaped air fresheners. Now his car smells like teenage pine trees.
That lovely scent triggered a migraine for me, so I did not accomplish as much scrapbooking as I might have hoped. By the time I cam home that night, I needed an ice pack on my neck to be able to sleep.
Tomorrow morning (Tuesday), I will be at the local hospital for a pain injection. I need to be there at 7 a.m., which means it'll be an early night tonight. Cross your fingers for me that it works.
Conversation @ bedtime not too long ago:
MAW: (playing a word scramble game on a Palm Pilot) If they had gone out on the Minnow for one hour longer, it would have been a four hour tour.
MAW: Then all the letters would have been in the word 'fourth.'
Husband: What are you talking about?
MAW: F-O-U-R...H-O-U-R...T-O-U-R. Get it? How cool would that have been? They weren't thinking ahead.
It's endlessly entertaining around here, folks.