so it would seem that it may be best for me to write more bookie things here on my blog...but the rub for me is that while i happen to own a small independent bookstore, i also do lots of potential other fun or perhaps...wait a moment here i might have something....interesting? cosmical? i mean my children alone are fucking hysterical when they are not being complete pains in the arse. and while i could say that the arse pain is infrequent...then i would be a liar as well.

so in order to appear honest and interestring....i will attempt to write of some things bookie. or of some things at least book store related that is something more than bitchy about the local and global economy or how the book industry in our country is lacking in fact of not only support of small bookstores, but in my opinion....then reading.

but not today. today i would like to talk about the complications of being a grown up. but before i do that i am going to have to sign off for a while and have a little tantrum......just because i can and damn well feel like it!

and then i'll have a glass of wine...AND THAT MY FRIENDS IS ONE OF THE FEW PERKS OF BEING A GROWN UP....TANTRUM=DRINK. good times.