The books – they taunt me
So, I’m sitting here on my couch on a holiday, attempting to be ‘good’ and do some work that I brought home for the weekend.
And everytime I go to get a drink of water or a sip of tea, I see this stack of books.
They taunt me.
“Danielle? Danielle? Just stop working for a little while and come read me. Come on, you can do it. Oooooooonly for a few minutes and then you can put me back down.”
“yeah, right.” I say. “I know your tricks. Just a few minutes and then I’m sucked in. And then I’ll feel guilty at lunchtime when I still haven’t gotten my work done. Be quiet.”
“Oh, but you know you reeeeeeeeeeally want to read me right now” says the Jennifer Crusie book. “You’ve already read some of those other ones, in these stacks, but you
just
can’t
wait
to reeeeeeeeeeeeead me. I know it!”
“yessssssssssss,” I hiss at it. “But I am near the end of Crazy for You and that one comes first. So, jes shadup already.”
“But don’t I look cute with my blue cover and shoes with cherries on them?”
“Oh, but you don’t know what is on the shelf below you, do you? Faking It has a much cooler lime-green cover and it was Hi-LAR-ious, so you have tough standards to live up to.”
“Oh, well, in that case, I’ll just leave you be.”
“Thankyouverymuch”
K says:
My books don’t talk to me. I think I am getting jipped.
K says:
My books don’t talk to me. I think I am getting jipped.
La Pixiatrix says:
I have a stack of books and CDs too… there never seems to be enough time to do the things you want to do, once you find them.
Yes I can’t believe it either, I just quoted Jim Croce.
Beautiful masthead!