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Day # 6

HOW can it be Tuesday already?  I am SO not ready for it to be Tuesday. But Tuesday it is, this day that is a gift.  I feel like an ungrateful child at Christmas who stares at the present and says "But it's not big enough!"  I should be thankful for this gift of today and not bemoaning that it doesn't have more hours.

I share several weird quirks with my hubby.  We both love to read (no, that's not a quirk), and so naturally we love to share/gift other book lovers with books.  (Okay, quick clarification: according to non-book loving nieces and nephews, Uncle Bobby shares/gifts books with anyone. It's now a Bryan family joke.) Our weird quirk is that we prefer to read any book we give someone, and so more often than not we'll be frantically reading/skimming a book prior to a holiday or birthday.

My Mom's birthday is Thanksgiving day, and for her birthday she's getting (drumrolllllllllllll): BOOKS!  I'm half-way through two of them, and am seriously debating whether or not to use a gift bag so I don't have to "wrap" them and can finish reading on the drive home.  In the event that the world's rotation slows on its axis and my Mom can remember how to find my blog, much less, read it, I'm going to refrain from giving titles or reviews.  That'll be a post for next week.

Meanwhile I'm getting ready to hit the interstate for the great city of Raleigh, and my day will have officially begun.  Bring it on (but gently, please!)

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Jennifer said…
my mom's birthday is thanksgiving too!

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