books, granola and spotify

embracing
the Monday morning rumble and reversing beeps of the schoolbus with joyful open ears.  it's been a looooooong weekend of reading and nagging and deep breaths and bribes and threats and crossed arms (and it wasn't even a long weekend last weekend ;)

waiting
for my NEW order of the Morrissey Autobiography to arrive.  because the person who i ordered if from last weekend says she doesn't even have a copy to ship.  hmm.  and this is why i don't own a gun :|  (also because i hate loud noises and i don't want to admit my real weight :) 

noting
that English people's apologies are so much more sincere and heartfelt than American's... even if i had a gun and wasn't afraid of loud noises and weighed within a healthy range for MY height, i couldn't possibly shoot someone who says they apologise (with an S) for disappointing me on this occasion.  that's OK, Linda, i understand, but seriously, i'm stranded in a barren bookless wasteland here - just go and buy another copy if you can't part with yours :|  seriously.

wishing
for the first time EVER i had a kindle.  pffffft...

neeeeeeeeding
pumpkin spice granola from Trader Joe's - i love hard raisins in granola, Tracy :)

procrastinating
still about making that blurb book.  and still on page 4 ;)

hoping
i'm not a total spotify hog and apologising sincerely if i am (?????)  because i'm sure i am.  when i play it, it pauses Aaron's playlist and when he pauses mine, i press play again and it's world war 3 all over again.  i need to have music wherever i go...