I think I figured it out!
Lately, I have been accumulating a lot of books. I buy them, I rescue them from people's trash piles (yep, I picked a couple out of my neighbor's trash), I have even stolen some from my Dad when he wasn't looking (they deserve a better owner). I think I finally figured out what my problem is, IT'S MY HUSBAND'S FAULT! He took so many of my beloved books and packed them for the move. They are my tiny vacations, my friends, my addiction that keeps past addictions at bay. I admit it, I have a problem. I sit and worry about the.Did he pack them right. Are they cold and wet? Are they getting wavy from the humidity? I don't know! Should I go visit them, feed the addiction? He promises he has the dehumidifier running in the new place.
The next book I buy:
SO the kid's will understand:
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