That means I have been near-nervous-breakdown status for three weeks.
And yesterday, Lucy texted me that she was on the road home from camp in Wisconsin and that she might have BEDBUGS!
So rather than write a post, I'm going to refer you to the post I wrote last year about all the great and yellowed paperbacks that live in the cottage we go to every year. I whimsically titled it, "Grown Up Books for Would Be Grownups."
I can handle throwing up a link-up this week, but next week, the ever-loving Care-Bear, aka Cari of Clan Donaldson is going to host for me.
 |
| Cari Donaldson |
DID YOU HEAR THAT? DON'T COME LOOKING FOR #WWRW HERE NEXT WEEK BECAUSE CARI AT CLAN DONALDSON IS HOSTING THE LINK-UP.
Sorry I shouted. When getting ready for vacation, I just can't seem to stop shouting.
Next Wednesday,
I'm going to be
face-down
in a book
on a beach
with a Stiegl-Radler Grapefruit beer
and I will be near neither phone nor internet nor bedbug for a good long time.
I didn't get to the library, so I'm bringing all of my Lucy Maud Montgomerys and my Maud Hart Lovelaces. If I ever get a girl-dog, I'm going to name her Maud.
 |
| This is me and my boy dog on the beach. |
But when I do walk up to the road to civilization, waving my iPhone in the air, hair wild and frizzy with lake air and water, I want to see what You've been reading.
No comments:
Post a Comment