Picture This

This is my new dress. Imagine it red.

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Tax Man

How we love the season! The bright lights! The beautiful music! The smell of crisp winds and tasty treats!

Oh, who are we trying to kid, here? Christmas is over; the New Year has been rung; we've all tried to stick to our resolutions. The only thing left is dreaded. It is feared. It is a huge annoyance, especially for those of us who are questioned relentlessly on it. Yes, it is tax season.

It's only the seventh of January and we are already exasperated by the number times "Where are your tax forms?" has been barked at us. Just like those amazingly kind folks from AARP, we look forward to the fifteenth of April as if it were a light beckoning from the end of a very long tunnel.

Tax season: oh, how we love you!

Birthday Girl!

Happy birthday to me!

true story

I was just emptying the money from the copy machine into the money bag when I saw a very thin body plop down beside me on the floor. This was accompanied by a tiny voice saying, "Would you like some help with that, Miss?" I, of course, agree, asking her to find some quarters from the change bin so I could refill the holder. I thanked her, getting ready to ask if she'd like to hold open the bag and help me upend the change bucket in to the bag. But she disappeared. I'm going to call her my Ghost of Copy Machine Money Present.

An Update

I know you're all dying to know, so I'll tell you this way as it's easier to get everyone at the same time.

I have officially met the parents. Yes, you read that right. This past Saturday I met the Man's parents. The good news: I really like them. The better news: they don't hate me. Now I'm kind of wondering why I was so worried about meeting them. Really, though, can you blame me?

Library Etiquette

Part one- Books on hold.

Just like everyone else (you know, those underpriveleged people who don't work at the library), we are excited to get here and find out we have books waiting to be picked up. The new book smell! The crisp, unblemished pages! The crinkle of the cover when you finally crack the spine! The anticipation of the story- the beautiful, wonderful, glorious story! Yes, we understand the enthusiasm that creeps up on those who have books eagerly awaiting them on the shelves.

What we do not understand, however, is the need to come up to us at the desk, throw the card (much in the manner of skipping stones without the skipping), and stare at us as if we should know exactly what is wanted. Are there fines to pay? Wanting to renew your card? Perhaps making sure we have the correct email address? OH! There are holds! Silly us. And here we thought we were looking exceptionally well today in our business casual attire that one couldn't stop staring at us. Let us just scan that card, slide it back and get the book all checked out and wrapped in a bag.

Thanks ever so much. Have a lovely day, and please, come back and see us soon where we will try very hard to anticipate your needs through telepathy.

Look, a picture!

I hear a picture is worth a thousand words. That isn't isn't the case with this one, as I didn't take it. Anyway, there's a picture. Look at it. Thanks!