kiya

living in Maryland, we'd come up to visit kin in Massachusetts once or twice a year. And every time we came up, I'd beg and plead, "Can we go to the New England Mobile Book Fair?" (Actually, I probably said "That Bookstore", but still.)

Today,

brooksmoses and I went to the NEMBF.

I was . . . moderately virtuous. I only got books in the remnants section. And I got Hogswatch gifts for

erispope,

oneironaut,

suzimoses, Kevin, and my father. Fear and anticipate! Squid, marvel at the idea of a non-perishable gift! ;) And the thing I got for

erispope I got two of, because I want one too damnit, it just looked that cool. Well, uh, and there was more than one copy of it.

Kevin, love, Brooks asks that you please be sure to bring the spare suitcase back with you, he's rather feeling like he needs it.

Now I'm waiting for food to become food. I'm making roast beef and potatoes. Unfortunately, it started smelling like food something like ten minutes after I put it in the oven, which is some minor species of complete torment. Waaaaaah. Though soon we will go Deal With The Potatoes, and maybe that will help defer my urge to just eat the roast as-is.

brooksmoses is hungry. Not only is the smell of roast beast permeating the house, but he's reading a cookbook.