I have some time coming to me...because L will start daycare in two weeks. What should I do? I'm thinking about starting a book club - but only inviting people on my street. Is that too crazy? I just don't like to travel.
L has a book with a goblin story. The story goes like this: Goblin gets scared by a "bump" sound coming from a cold, dark cave. He is so scared that he jumps out of his shoes and starts running. But now he hears a "pit-pat-pit-pat" behind him. So scared now that he jumps into a hole in a tree trunk and waits. Should he look out? Should he? L nods solemnly yes. Yes, he would look out! And what did he see? Nothing but his own little shoes, who followed him as he ran. He hugs his shoes and puts them on. Who's scared of an old bump anyway and he skipped away, just like that.
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I also hate to travel. And yet I like when people travel to me. Come to me for your time off. Oh, it's not that kind of time off.
You could start a blogging book club although that idea is mostly lame. The people on my street--they work with me. That's scary as a goblin's shoes I tell you. I hope they don't count my glasses of wine.
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