I forgot to pout this morning because I got so caught up in my research! ARGH! Bad self! Bad self!
But then I read a bunch of blogs where everyone wrote all glowy about BEA. Now my lower lip is jutting out again, creating, as my grandfather used to point out, the perfect perch for a bird to land on.
(This made me afraid of birds for a long time. It did not cure my pouting. Thanks, Grandpa.)
If you are in NYC, but are sick of BEA (right) or can’t get in (more likely), you should go to the best bookstore in New York City and ask questions of the smartest and best-read bookseller and maybe score a free donut.
Seriously. LEAVE RIGHT NOW.
I am headed out to my garden which needs weeding. I also need to sow more veggie seeds and start to cut away the wilderness that is growing up around the berry canes.
For today’s Pout-a-Thon activity, ask me a question in comments. I’ll answer, I promise, as soon as the gardening is done.