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There's no question, I'd be Hogwarts bound. I'd probably end up as a squib, but I wouldn't care. That has been one set of books where I've felt at home
while reading them. And as I mentioned on az_starshine
's entry, I'd be the filling of a Weasley twins sandwich EVERY day! I'd tame me some Draco Malfoy too. And Seamus? I do love an Irish accent! I bought Harry, A History
, a couple weeks ago and started it last night. It's almost like reading a memoir of my own years of HarryMania. I was surfing the 'net and obsessing over Potter at the same time as the website The Leaky Cauldron was coming into its own. Good times.
This morning was shit. I have been on the verge of a screaming sobbing fit for a couple of days now due to stress. So this morning when I was met with whiny "I don't feeeeel
good" shit, I decided instead of having a screaming match I would let her rot. I got ready, called my mother, and went to work. Mom came, and has been cracking the whip all morning. Scarlett's gotten the dishes done, the laundry done, and half her room cleaned up. She'd better have the freakin' floors swept by the time I get home, too. Dammit. I just do NOT have the physical and mental fortitude to DEAL with her right now. I feel like I could drop from a stroke every time she starts in! I hope she lets up by Friday. I've scheduled a day off because she's out of school and it's payday. Grocery shopping, some staple shopping, and hopefully a trip to the bakery Friday morning for olive breaaaaad
should make for a wonderful weekend. Plus the Strawberry Lady will be coming with berries from Florida to Charleston on Monday, when I am also off, and I am hoping to catch her and get some nummies.
I went to Amazon for a link to the Harry Potter book, and was distracted by BOOOOTS!! Then SHOES! OMG RED SHOES!
I am a hopeless shoe fiend. I must needs have some red shoes. And they are SO inexpensive - Clark brand, which means quality - and leather!
I am officially Jonesing.
Funny, but a little bit of Amazon makes me feel SOOO much better. Shopping truly is therapy, even when it's window-shopping.