When You Have Hatred Towards a Book...

I hated...

 ...that this book ended.

Yes, I know this is considered a "Young Adult" novel, the husband never misses an opportunity to point out to me that I gravitate towards teen reads. 

I never declared myself a literary intellect and as long as I am every one's everything, this is what I have time for-- and even that falls somewhere between midnight and 2 am.  This Mom still wants to lose herself in a story!

So with that stated, I loved this.

Of course I ate up Clare's City of Bones, City of Ashes and City of Glass (The Mortal Instruments series) just as quickly and hated how those were gone so quickly too. 

The Hubby has counseled me to read slower to make it last... uh, yeah, I'll do that.

And because you asked... well not all of you,

Disney World was, well... it wasn't crowded and it wasn't too hot.
It had the potential to be the perfect holiday...for someone else who traveled with only their own immediate family.

Somebody sucked the magic out of it this year.

To Jon from Marion, Illinois: You really should consider another career. I still can't get over the fact that you ripped into an unsuspecting crowd of people attempting to park their strollers against (GASP!) a wall. They didn't know you had probably told a thousand people that day not to park there and there were no signs. Yes, I am the silver-haired woman who approached you ten minutes after I witnessed the event because I just couldn't believe a Disney employee would act that way. I appreciate you rolling your eyes at me in dismissal too. Classy touch.

We survived the first week of school despite serious jet lag.  

Dear Norfolk County Schools, Am I the only parent that thought it was a little soon to schedule school photos on day 3, 8 and 10 of a new school year? Am I the only parent that had kids that would be photographing on each of those days?

Fellow Bloggers Friends,
Forgive me for not responding, not reading, not reciprocating your kind visits-- ok, just being a total crap friend (and for using the word "crap" since I know it bothers some). I am really struggling to stay in contact with everyone--even my family. As I type this (and obviously don't take the time to edit or proofread), I have a small female behind my chair growling in an attempt to scare me. The same child who stopped me mid-email reply earlier this week to tell me that her "room smells like cow poo". The same lovely girl who has told me all week that I "smell like a horse".

There is no danger of me becoming proud or conceited, I'll just be just a cowpoo friend with a growing repertoire of teen books.