Nice bookstore on my street… and cornbread.
On impulse, I bought some children’s books today at the nice used bookstore on my street. I don’t know if the book store has a name, but it’s at the intersection of Greenview and Jarvis. The lady who runs it is nice, we chatted a bit about books, maternity clothes and theatrical story time.
So I got four books - two were chosen mostly because the illustrations were good. I had to urinate, and cannot read and need to pee at the same time. But really, you seldom encounter bad children’s books with really good illustrations. I’m sure it happens, but it hasn’t happened to me. I’ve investigated them more thoroughly since I got home, and as I suspected, it’s all good.
So, I’m going out for overpriced midwestern urban hippie food. I have a gift certificate. Not that I wouldn’t spend money at the Heartland, but it’s better if you don’t have to. I got the gift certificate because they failed to provide me with the cornbread I ordered with my takeout meal, which I didn’t find out until I got to work. NO CORNBREAD! HEADS WILL ROLL! No, but seriously - the cornbread wasn’t even the issue. Or, I guess it was, not because it’s expensive or anything (which it probably is for cornbread) - I was most irritated because for one thing, I wasn’t even going to order it, and then the waitress specifically asked me if I wanted some kind of bread - so it was her idea. Then, there was practically no one in the place, so it’s not like they were super busy, and since it was the last thing I ordered, I was thinking about eating that cornbread during my entire walk to work. The pregnancy may or may not play into the equation. But I was very diplomatic when I called to complain. So yeah - gift certificate, for my pain and suffering.
Anyway, ’nuff ’bout cornbread n’ shit. My belly itches.
Have a kickass Friday night!
Atena Oyadi
