Too bad I don’t like squash, because I think it is the coolest vegetable.

My first instinct went straight to Belle as she wandered through her town with her nose stuck in her book, completely oblivious to anything around her. However, not even Google has a good picture of Belle walking with her book. What’s that about?

I even contemplate reading while driving. Every time I say to myself, “That’s stupid. You couldn’t possibly.” Yet, every time I get in the car, “I could probably read…”

I think about reading while working. That would probably get me fired. And to that, I think, “Hmm… interesting.”

Coincidentally, I have managed to read and warp speed and tear myself away to complete that quilt I have a deadline for. And believe me, only the potential of extreme guilt I would feel for not finishing this in time for the adoption auction is making me do it.

I hope that didn’t sound like I don’t want to participate in the auction… I do. I’m just weak willed and can’t think about much else.

In fact, I’m binding tonight while I force myself to watch Ugly Betty. Because I can’t read and sew at the same time. I bleed that way. And nobody wants a quilt with blood on it.

Well.

Not me, anyway.

Irony.