annieology

Last week I was reading a book.  Best book ever, okay, that may be stretching it, but it was good. I loved reading it, looked forward to reading it, made excuses to read it.  Good.

I finished it.

It’s over.

It’s like someone broke up with me and I want to go spend time with them, but they are like “we’re finished, move on.”

So I said back,

“Yeah, well, I’m going to sit on my couch all day eating chocolate and watch TV.  That’s right. Tee Vee.  So there.”

Sure I know there are other books out there and what not, but I really liked that one.  I even picked out a few baby names, just in case.

Tomorrow I guess I could go to the library, or maybe Barnes & Noble, but what if we run into each other and someone else is reading it?

And I’ll be like, “oh I see you’re on chapter seven.  Chapter seven was good, but it was no chapter eight.”  I sense it will be awkward.  I can’t bear to think.  There’s also Amazon, but if I find THE book is that the story I want to tell the grand-kids?

I guess there is nothing to do except stay home and watch Million Dollar Listing and see if Chad has figured out he’s gay or not.  Yes, I realize he’s the one with the girl friend, but honey, he carries a dog around in a purse.  Gay!

I would totally punch Tech Support in the face if he brought home a dog in a purse.  I’d kick him in the balls if he made me sign a parenting agreement with him regarding said dog.  With an attorney.  Seriously.

“What I can’t hear you, I just downloaded that book off of iTunes. You and your purse-a-poodle will be very happy, now go….”

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