Fun At The Liberry

MOTHER READING TO HER SON: “… and he would not stop to smell the flowers, because they had thorns that might draw blood.” See the flowers with their thorns?

WIDE-EYED, ENTRANCED THREE-YEAR-OLD SON: And BWUD?

Also, new rule: we are not going to put picture books on ALL THREE LEVELS of a book truck for later shelving. Ever. Anybody loads a cart that way ever again, and there will be a violent and gruesome death in store. By god there will be bwud.

Doing It Right

Have not eaten yet today. That’s what I get for working in a hospital—I just came straight to the office after my fasting insulin test.

On the other hand, that means I was nearby when the lab called me back half an hour after they had jammed a spigot into my arm.

LAB GUY: Er, sorry, but your blood test is broken. We need to do it again.

AMELIA: I am sure I have manufactured more blood by now!

I guess he used the wrong vial for one of them. (I knew he was doing that when we were there, but hey, I figured I’d be around anyway.) So I went back and put some blood in the pink vial this time, instead of the yellow one. And I’m gonna have two big shiny bruises in my elbow, now, too.* Least it’s not my book-carrying arm.

And now we find out what’s up with me! Should be interesting to find out what’s going on …


*They always say I won’t bruise. I always bruise.

Why The Icon? Good Question ...

This is pretty awesome. My sister has a real eye for how to take photos.

Behind-the-Scenes Tidbit: Charlie the cat is eyeing our hero with faint suspicion because, as it turns out, he makes scary noises.

Also, it was her birthday on Sunday, and I forgot to tell you all! Go! Wish her many happy returns!