That'll be me if I survive to that age...

A patron at the library came in to pick up a book her husband's father had just placed on hold.  She said he's 94 & loves to do taxes all day long for months, & that they finally just had to take the car away from him last week.  Apparently, he was sneaking it out, so they had to sell it.  Just picture it, a 94-year-old man sneaking the car out for nefarious reasons!

Pirate Possibilities

Texting:
me: I can't imagine what the checker's going to think - me buying a knife & an eye patch together.
John: Make sure you say arghhh if they ask any questions

Heard in the backroom while minding my own business...

BJB:  Well, I guess I ought to get a life.
MN:  What brought that about?
BJB:  I've been working on the same problem since 9 this morning!
MN:  What - getting a life?

While discussing my 9-year-old's future car plans...

me: "Are you still going to have a yellow car?"
Nix: "Umm...probably not.  I actually won't be driving a car."
me: "Oh, really?  Why not?"
Nix: "I'm going to be driving a police helicopter when I grow up."

Regarding sparkles...

"I'm just not sure I'd want a man who sparkled."

Sad, sad, sad

I actually had someone ask me today, "Are the tax forms still free, ma'am?"

If they started charging us just to fill out the forms about how much we've already paid, I think there'd be a mutiny.  How sad that someone thought to ask that.

Oh, that's a disease?

On the back of a library book:

"Watts Library books about human health and disease:
AIDS
Alcohol
Cigarettes
Cocaine
Lyme Disease
Puberty"

So I'm on the library computer in public, & suddenly I burst out laughing. What must the patrons think of me?

Ah, I love this blog.  Here's what was posted yesterday:

^Pants
^Yay! for padded bike pants!
http://www.margaretthinks.blogspot.com/

Humble, too.

Me, to Sherd: "You're so abnormal."
Sherd: "I know.  I'm hot."

(It's not really what you're thinking.)

Mom, this one's for you

This morning as I left the house with Nix, I actually told myself, "Drive safe!" -No one else said it, & it didn't feel right to leave without hearing it.  Thanks, Mom.

Seriously. It's only 8:45 in the morning.

at work, B said:  "Neener neener, I got turd!"