Oh, someone please help me.
I have been sick yesterday and today... you know, barf, and the unmentionables. In between sleeping all day and catching up on Gossip Girl I have had one thought. One thought only, that is causing me grief. And it is not a good thought. It is the thought that I want, no I need to have the Ukrainian Cook Book that my public library has sitting all lonely on its shelf. For it is amazing, published in the 60s, has the sweetest art in it, and can teach me how to cook with innards. I need to own it. It needs to make the great journey with me so I will always remember my mothers people. And the only way I can think to own it is to check it out from the library on a long term loan. Oh, I am horrible, and I most sincerely need help.
I have a vision of it in my dream kitchen, keeping me company as I toil away making cabbage rolls and perogies. Woe, woe, is me; for I do not want to break a commandment, but it almost seems that I was told this was to be mine.
4 woot-woots!:
Well, yknow, that sounds like personal revelation to me. Like when Nephi had to kill whatshisface.
I agree. Take it. Common Law marriage says you already own it...cause you're probably the only one 2 check it out in foreves.
why thank you both! i think it will be mine. in fact, i may be able to run down to the library and pick it up right now!
At least check Ebay before you consciously drop that iron rod, start to stray from that narrow path, go wandering through the mist and set up shop in the great and spacious building. Or...you can just what I had to do with Ash: He ripped up an ancient Curious George book into smithereens. So, I sheepishly called, said the book was a goner and since it had gotten a lot of use, they prorated what they paid for it (back in like 1910) and I paid a whopping 2 bucks for it. You could just "lose" it in your trunk somewhere and pay the nickel its probably worth! :) I can rationalize anything, I know.
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