Not lots to say today, you guys. So here is a short and lovely story about good luck:
When I was switching from one job to my current job (remember the nice bag of free stuff my former co-workers put together for me?) I went through my desk and found an unused gift certificate for $15 to the local independent book store. It was from 2005, so I deduced that whichever work-sponsored contest it had been purchased for was long past, and whichever child never claimed this prize (there was no name on it) is probably now a successful adult now anyway.
Suffice it to say, I found a free gift certificate! I made a mental note to use it the next time I went to the aforementioned store.
|Albert Einstein's messy desk, photographed in 1955. Wonder if he had any hidden gift certificates, too?|
Then I totally forgot about it. I used the envelope it was in one day as a shopping list, carried it around with me, forgot to use it the next time I went to that store, blah blah blah.
Today, since I was going to be in the neighbourhood anyway, I put the gift certificate RIGHT ON TOP OF MY PURSE so I would both see it, and remember to go to the store. I had been planning to use it to pay for a birthday card, but once inside, I wandered up to the Teen area just in case the Fug Girls' book had arrived yet (I am really excited to read it). It hadn't (boo!) but they did have a copy of the new Sarah Dessen book! Which has a long wait list at the library and I have adored all of her books apart from one, so I bought it.
*(technically, for $7, since it cost $23 and the gift certificate was for $15)
I don't buy lots of books (largely because I work for the library) but in this case, it seemed like a good decision. And when I finish with it, I will probably just donate it to the library anyway (to help out the other poor souls on the very long wait list).