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You wanna know what I bought at Costco yesterday? Sure you do.

Oh, by the way, creepy things have not happened since the watch. Apparently my little poltergeist has something better to do. That's right, I am such a dull person that I even bore the dead.

ANYWAYS.

Costco - that really is a lovely store. We just renewed our membership after a year without one. And I am pleased to announce that I am the proud new owner of:

a 12 pound bag of baking soda

Yes, that's a big bag. And I know that people use it for things like cleaning, and brushing their teeth, and laundry stain removal. Not me, though. I just use it for occasional baking.

This bag of baking soda should last me a couple thousand years. It's pretty thrilling.

Oh hey, did you notice that I finally took the turkey wings off the pig in my header? Yeah, it was about time. I made the pig put a coat on, because I didn't want it to catch a cold.

My sister gave me a gift certificate to Barnes and Noble for my birthday, but I don't know what I want to get. I've been thinking about this for like a week, and I still haven't decided. We don't have a lot of book space in this house, so I'm usually a library (or mostly just a borrow from other people) type of person.

And then there's those random 3rd book in a series we own, without buying the whole set. That's just frustrating for future re-reads. Not that I'm a big re-reader, but I might pick them up in a few years when I've forgotten most of the plot, right? Except, oh wait, we only have the 3rd book - how stinking useful, when I've also forgotten the plots to books 1 and 2.

This is the exact reason why I am not planning on buying the actual book I feel like reading right now: Inkdeath. I've read the first two, and this is the final book. It was a good enough series, but I can't just own book three to yet another series.

I was going to just borrow it from the library, but would you believe that every copy is either checked out or put on hold in the ENTIRE area? It must be a good book.

So I'm thinking about just getting a couple paperbacks that aren't in series. But then I can't think of anything in particular I want. I like to read so that I can dive into some other reality for awhile. So if a book has the same boring stuff in it that my life already has, I really don't see the point.

What to do, what to do? Yup, it's a real conundrum. But hey, I own a 12 pound bag of baking soda, so life is still good.

Comments

J. Baxter said…
Dude - that's a LOT of baking soda. And I think you have to go to the actual store and start looking around before you'll know what you want. Then, inspiration will no doubt strike.
LisAway said…
The pig looks cute and warm. Nice work.

Oh, I could really go for a huge bookstore full of books. All in English, I mean. Or even better, a library. *sigh*

I don't use baking soda for cleaning but that bag might last me a year with the amount I bake! :)
Wonder Woman said…
I used to back cookies every Sunday when I was single. We'd have a bunch of people over to our apt. and play uno and go stadium singing and all the cookies would be gone.

Then I got married and kept it up. I bought a huge sack of flour. Then I realized that two people don't go through 50 cookies as quickly as 20 people do. (At least they SHOULDN'T.) It lasted me years and my grandma was like, "YOU HAVE TO THROW THAT OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (Yes, she used that many excalmation points.)

And the book I think you should get is "The Peacegiver" by James L. Ferrell. It's a churchy book but it has forever changed how I think of the Atonement. I know it's not cool or hip or whatever, but I absolutely love that book. It's a quick read, but one that I love to read and re-read. (And I'm not a big re-reader.) (That's a weird word.)

love the new header, too.

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