It's 11 pm and I've been putting off doing my post because, well because, I have an addiction. It's not my bucoholism this time, but rather oh, hell. I'm just going to come out and say it.
I am addicted to Harry Potter books. Gah!
You probably don't think this is a big deal. But it's getting in the way of things. I should be doing other things like oh, say getting my vehicle registered in the new state in which I live, or maybe getting a bank account set up closer to my new home. How about getting my PA license? What I really should be doing this week is cleaning and getting my house ready for the weekend because we're having my husband's entire side of the family over for dinner on Saturday. That's just a few days away! And my eldest son is also coming to see our new place. I'm picking him up at the train station Friday evening. It's Wednesday night and I don't even have the guest room ready.
You'd think I would be busy trying to get all this done. But do you know what I've been doing all evening?
I even read when I throw George's doggie toys to him. I mean, I cheer him on occasionally but it's bad, I tellya. Bad.
While I'm driving home from work, which, by the way, I love to do, I'm thinking about reading. I really enjoy driving. But I can't wait to get here and get the few chores out of the way so I can SIT DOWN AND READ THE DAMN BOOK.
Have they put charms or hexes on these books, to make unsuspecting persons addicted to them?
I don't know what's going on. All I know is that I started reading the first book just before my son was in the hospital a few weeks ago, and I'm almost finished book 6. Have you seen how thick these books are? I have read almost 6 books in three weeks time.
At least I'm still finding time to take pictures and take the poor unsuspecting pup for his walks. He has no idea what a nut I am.
Um, I think.