JP is an HVAC technician. If it's too hot or cold in your favorite stores at the mall, chances are, someone like my JP is up on the roof, wrangling tall machines with manly tools, hefting equipment up steep ladders, wiping perspiration from his masculine neck. It's poetry.
About once a month, he travels to eastern WA. Usually, it's just an overnighter, but this time he has enough stops that it will take four days. So I packed up and jumped in the van, leaving Big Mittens and Lil Mittens to the loving care of Eden & Froy. I've now transcribed in one Borders, one Barnes & Noble, two Starbucks, and one hotel room. It's not exactly touring the countryside...
- Loud mouths in all public places. "She was like..." "He so doesn't get it and was like..."
- Starbucks latest infatuation with Bob Marley and Neil Young.
- Freezing coffeeshops (why?).
- Playing on Urban Spoon with JP to find dinner (I'm swollen from salty mexican).
- Unlimited mochas in the name of "working."
- Breaking in my Nook Color.
When Mom & Tante visited two weeks ago, they marched me down to the nearest Barnes & Noble (three-to-six blocks, depending on who you ask). Mom went straight up to the Nook display and explained that "she wants a Nook Color with the green cover. Screen protectors? Yes." I stood there, mute, afraid if I said a word the universe might hand the shiny toy to the girl at the summer reading table. But No! It was packaged up and handed to me, along with gift card from my Tante for downloads.
I should insert here that this is NOT a Paid Advertisement. B&N has no idea that I exist, except for my online account of recent purchases... which include:
Alas, the stupid day job. Sigh. Unless I write a medical thriller. Wouldn't it be a pretty day if one of the neurologists I work for asked for my autograph? hhahahahahaaaa.... Oh Lord.
Perhaps I should get back to work.
Oh, speaking of Boots... check these out!!
How I'd love to glide down the river/jogging trail in Spokane in these babies.
Mom? Can I have?