My favoritest bookstore in the world is Anderson’s Bookshop in Naperville, Illinois. I’ve mentioned this bookstore in my blog before in this post (and in a Christmas post — I love that free wrapping thing they got going).
Anyway — every now and the I check their website’s events calendar, to see who is coming to town and if there’s anything I want to do about it. For instance, this Saturday Mary Pope Osborne will be here. But as Chip is past his interest in the Magic Tree House books, and Princess isn’t yet there, I’m not going. However, the other day I noticed that someone was coming into town(to hawk his new book) and I was very excited so I ran over to the store and got my event tickets (plus an extra ticket). So for the opportunity to attend the event (and this is an event — it’s going to be at the high school auditorium) instead of paying $19 for the book (minus the 10% member discount) or getting the book from amazon OR getting the book FREE from the library, I go out and spend $28 for the ticket that is good for a presentation by the author, and one book signed (maybe more – depends on the author and the publisher). It’s $25 to admit two but since it’s a day when I’m busy I have to have Spouse take both Chip and the Princess.
Now, those of you that know my Spouse know that it’s not the last of the big spenders skinflint and I have yet to find an opportune moment to tell him about this book signing.
This morning, however, we had a meeting with one of Chip’s teachers. So while she was talking about how he’s got a really creative mind and how he excelled at the humor part of his writing, I managed to sneak in that I’d gotten tickets for him to go see Jack Prelutsky. Of course, she said (which I knew otherwise I wouldn’t have gone running off to spent $28 on the tickets) that it would be a wonderful opportunity for him and that he’d really love it.
And now, with the teacher’s (expert) blessings, I’ll have NO problem selling this off to Spouse.
MY MOTHER SAYS I’M SICKENING
By Jack Prelutsky
From THE NEW KID ON THE BLOCK
My mother says I’m sickening,
my mother says I’m crude,
she says this when she sees me,
playing Ping-Pong with my food,
she doesn’t seem to like it
when I slurp my bowl of stew,
and now she’s got a list of things
she says I mustn’t do-
DO NOT CATAPULT THE CARROTS!
DO NOT JUGGLE GOBS OF FAT!
DO NOT DROP THE MASHED POTATOES
ON THE GERBIL OR THE CAT!
NEVER PUNCH THE PUMPKIN PUDDING!
NEVER TUNNEL THROUGH THE BREAD!
PUT NO PEAS INTO YOUR POCKET!
PLACE NO NOODLES ON YOUR HEAD!
DO NOT SQUEEZE THE STEAMED ZUCCHINI!
DO NOT MAKE THE MELON OOZE!
NEVER STUFF VANILLA YOGURT
IN YOUR LITTLE SISTER’S SHOES!
DRAW NO FACES IN THE KETCHUP!
MAKE NO LITTLE GRAVY POOLS!
I wish my mother wouldn’t make
so many useless rules.