Back in the day, I used to encourage my shelvers to shelve books by size, and then color.
And they were allowed to throw out the Grisham books.
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Endless ramblings of a beer-drinking, failure at non-smoking, suburban mom who doesn't really have anything constructive to add, but keeps talking nonetheless.
About Me
- BeerPup
- Frisco, Texas, United States
- Overeducated, high on anti-depressants, stay at home mom who likes beer, her family, 420, knitting, and coffee, and who has been neglecting this place because she's been spending way too much time on Reddit.
BeerPup's Tip Of The Day
- Shouldn't someone have handed me a cigarette by now?
These people might need bail money.
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- Smart Bitches Who Love Trashy Novels
- My idol at Tomato Nation
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Quote of the Day by The Boy
I was born 40 years too late to get arrested for civil disobedience.
3 comments:
Technically, I'm a Minnesotan. I merely work in ND.
I knew you were gonna say that. You were born in North Dakota, you went to college in North Dakota, and you lived there until a couple of years ago.
So, TECHNICALLY you're a Minnesotan 'cause that's what your driver's lisence says.
Being Minnesotan/Texan confused myself right now...meh. Be a Minnesotan if you want. We have better lakes, and even a few trees, some professional sports teams...
As the song goes:
"Minnesota, Minnesota
We are East of North Dakota
We ar South of Manitoba
We've got somehting really rare!"
I think I'll always consider myself a North Dakotan. The brown windy prairies, the cold, rampant alcoholism, the lack of high-paying jobs -- Truly a blessed land.
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