I love December for many reasons. Christmas lights, music, snowfall… But part of me dreads the coming of December with a purely scroogy glower of bitterness. It is the month that I spend sorting and editing the years worth of family photos so that I can have our photo album for the year printed when the big sale comes out at winkflash in January. And so I am doing very little reading this month and spending quite a lot of time hunched over the hunky hubby’s computer trying to choose 26 pictures per month that represent our family’s activities for that season but are also in focus and universally charming. Then I’m taking all the red eye out and transferring them to our winkflash account…blah blah blah. Oh I love the photo books when they are done, I just hate the creative process. This is why my scrap booking junk has dust on it. Too much work, too hard, too tedious. And this is why I have gone to photo books online. Now I only have one month of photo drudgery instead of 12. Ug. Anywho…I am slowly reading a bit here and there of another detective novel and I realized that it is the hilarious parts of a book that people will read a loud to their friends and talk about. Because that’s what I do when I read these books. Continually annoy those about me with quoting and raucous laughter. Note to self: Be hilarious more often. Hmmm…we’ll see what comes of that.
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