C’est si bon!

As most of you know, I’ve got a little bit of a library thing going on. Yesterday, as soon as I got home from France, I decided to go to the library. I grabbed my library card from my bag and headed to the car. Once I got in the car, I couldn’t find the card. I looked for it for a good 45 minutes before finally giving up. For some, it might seem strange that I could lose the card that easily, but I have a tendency to get sidetracked and do things like clean, pull weeds, read, etc, before finally making my way back to my original plan.

Upon arriving at the library I told them of my dilemma. No big deal for them, they quickly issued me a new card. Kind of a big deal for me, like a new boyfriend, now I’ve got a new number to memorize. Like an old boyfriend, my old card was waiting for me in the flowerbed (right where I had pulled weeds) – somehow they always know when they’ve been ‘replaced.’

Skiwi is also a library lover and, on his own accord, has taken on the daunting task of backing up some of the library’s materials – just in case. Today he invited me to stop by his patio bistro for wine and hors d’oeuvres (in honor of my recent travels). I arrived to the sounds of French music playing and the bistro set for three (Disco Dancing Dog Groomer would soon be joining us). Skiwi had stopped by the library and retrieved various CDs with music from around the world – special for the bistro tonight. We had a lovely international meal of sorts. He had Czech beer, we shared American wine, had potstickers for hors d’oeuvres, and Pims cookies, Bounty bars and mango for dessert.

Disco Dancing Dog Groomer had to sneak away to finish a project for work, at which point Skiwi began trying to sell Mary Kaye products to me. It looks like I will have satin lips and hands sooner than I had thought. After selling Mary Kaye to me, we shared stories about our latest adventures and day-to-day tasks at work. Skiwi practiced his marketing pitch on me and I told him about the otter pop incident in my office that resulted in me being a hot and sticky mess – I should have heeded ROFL’s sound otter pop consumption advice. Oh well. C’est si bon!