It's been a good weekend so far. Last night, Bart and I went to Barnes and Noble and spend several hours poking around. I picked up a copy of Gluten-Free Girl, which I've heard a lot of buzz about on the Internet and I read about 80 pages. Our library has it on order right now, and I can't WAIT to finish the rest of it. It really was fascinating. (Also, I'm grateful that I can eat gluten).
Anyway, there isn't much I love more than spending time at the bookstore, especially one with armchairs. But this Barnes and Noble has ONE armchair. And some probably-pleasant fat guy took up residence there and didn't move the whole time we were there. The Barnes and Noble by my parents house has about a dozen armchairs. That is how it should be, people.
Today, we cleaned out the kitchen cupboards (hooray) and then went to the library.
When we got home, Bart went to get the mail and came back with a fairly large box. I couldn't think of anything I'd ordered, so I was pretty surprised. I was even more surprised when I saw it was from Kayla - I couldn't even figure out how she had my address (I realized later that she'd asked for it so she could send me a baby announcement in a few months; tricky!).
The box was full of fun things - books, a mug, cocoa, cookies, and some candles. The fact that I was so surprised by its appearance made it even more exciting.
And once again I'm totally bitter that Kayla lives hours and hours away. Really, I think it's pretty rude of her not to live next door to me.