136 books brought in today from the "storage area" (translation: the plastic bins in the back yard in which a good portion of our stuff resides. stupid worthless shed I could dropkick down the street. stupid lack of a garage. grumble grumble, mutter mutter...)
All shelved.
All with absolutely no damage to them.
A bookshelf now filled past overflowing, after over a year of being pretty empty. (hmm, probably should've taken a "before" and "after" set of pictures...)
In fact, heck with this, I've got lots of old friends to get reacquainted with.
(Oh, and the two funniest things I've heard today:
*a group of friends playing Wii Sports Resort, they pick Archery and are picking their Miis*
"I'm gonna pick SpecialBoy!"
"Do you *really* want him holding a bow and arrow?"
(disclaimer: this is not meant as a knock at anyone, it's a legit question when you think about it)
And:
"Little did they know that Little Billy's last wish wasn't actually to compete in an archery contest, but to hunt the deadliest game.")
