Hoo boy, Monday already. Hope everyone had a great weekend — I did. Restful, relaxing — just the way a birthday weekend should be. Thanks to all of you who stopped by my virtual party. Hope you all got enough cake and had as good a time as I did.
With the passing of another year, I can now look back and say that 2006 was a good year — MUCH better than 2005, obviously — but just a good year all around. For the first time in recent history, the positives outweighed the negatives. Everyone was, for the most part, happy, and all were healthy as well.

I spent the day yesterday browsing at Barnes & Noble, compliments of a friend who saw to it that I got not only a gift card but a guaranteed afternoon of browsing. Picked up some new stuff — a David Sedaris, a new local author, and a couple of others. There is nothing – and I mean NOTHING – like a day spent in a bookstore. Mr. Cool thinks I’m insane, of course, but Miss Priss went with me, disappeared into the tween section, and thoroughly enjoyed herself.

I have a co-worker/friend who says she’ll never be bored enough to read. She lovingly tells me I’m a ‘nerd.’ (Of course, she also says “numerous of times” and thinks cult movies are movies about, um, cults.) But promise me this: if you EVER hear me say anything so ridiculous, please get on a plane, train, or other common carrier and come down here and beat the snot out of me. I’ll even pay for your transportation once I’ve gotten my senses back.

I have been a voracious reader since I was about four. Even at breakfast, while eating my cereal, I’d read every side of the cereal box. I read the stinkin’ World Book Encyclopedia. I’d just pull a letter, start with the origins of the letter (and how the Phoenicians wrote it) and go from there. I had read all the Laura Ingalls Wilder books by the time I finished third grade. And I’ve never looked back. There is, quite simply, nothing better than a good book.

And I’ll say that numerous of times.