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Hooray, hooray, Christmas shopping is done! Except not stocking stuffers or stuff for people who don’t live in this house. But gifts for our kids? Done!
The hardest part was paring down the book list; I came in hundreds of dollars over budget and had to purge at least two-thirds of my bookstore shopping cart. (Cue rending of garments and gnashing of teeth.) But after a few tense IMs, Dane and I came to an understanding.
ME: Choosing books is freaking hard. When we win the lottery, I am totally investing in our own library.
HIM: ok
ME: sigh. dude, I do not think I can do this.
HIM: ok
ME: Taking books off the list is akin to removing slivers of my soul. Except not as bad, but almost.
HIM: right. just put them is a special jar and we can rebuild your soul later.
ME: Wait, WHAT? You’re cool with soul removal as long as it’s eventually reversible???
HIM: LORD VOLDEMORT!!!!
ME: oh crap
HIM: 
The understanding being that as long as we stay under budget, the soul thing is apparently negotiable. I don’t think I’m entirely comfortable with this plan.
Also? I forgot one crucial book. Just $10 more! That’s doable, right? Well, plus another $15 to get free shipping. So $25 more. That’ll work! No one else needs gifts, do they? I think not.
I so relate to the soul agony of putting back books. While I’ve come to terms with relying on the lbrary fr myself, I don’t want my baby chewing on those books! So, she gets most of the new books around the house. Unless it is a novel I might teach one day… (which, under the right circumstances is almost any novel).
Yes, we chew on books around here, too.
Our library is awful– never has anything on our want-to-read list. And I’m too lazy to figure out the inter-library loan program.
That’s pretty funny (the voldemort reference).
I’m terrible with books as well. My boys know if we go to the bookstore, I will ALWAYS buy them books. We have so many books around here we haven’t even read yet, but I refuse to stop buying books, I think they’re too important.
How’s the tree thing, going??
Books are excruciatingly difficult for me to pare down. Oh well, there is always next year!