Saturday, January 10, 2009
sampela samting bilong sarare
I wouldn't let anyone else touch the new books but me ... yes, I think it IS a disease ... and Neal acquiesced by acting as Chief Curriculum Checker. That was good since I would likely have had some sort of conniption if a child (or even husband) got to feel a book before me. I cannot explain why. Something must have happened in the womb.
*sigh* I almost couldn't make it to today. I watched my tracking e-mail link like some sort of crazed woman all week. I knew we had missed the first Fed Ex drop off attempt too, back on Thursday. Then Grandma called yesterday to say she wasn't going anywhere so she would take the boxes in when they arrived.
Now that it is all here in front of me, I feel like I am home. In less than two weeks, I can spread this all out in my new livingroom, in my new house, dreaming of bookshelves that I am pretty sure we either sold or gave away. I may not have a couch or any chairs either but I will have books, so who really cares?