Books

Tomorrow is my niece's birthday party. Last year, I took her to see the live action Dora the Explorer. Not exactly my idea of fun, but she loved it. I found out that Clifford, the big red dog will be coming to the area soon, so I decided to get her tickets to see that this year. I wanted her to have something to open at the party, since last year she didn't quite understand what I was giving her. I went to Barnes and Noble to get her a Clifford book.

I'm somewhat of a regular there. I felt kind of stupid buying a children's book. When I went to check out, the man behind the counter looked at me like maybe I should be buying something a little more age appropriate. Normally, they ask me if I have their book club membership card...or something like that, I'm not sure what it's called. He didn't ask me if I had one today, and didn't ask if I wanted to get one. I think he assumed that since my reading is limited to children's books, I obviously don't buy books often. Maybe I like stories about big red dogs. Leave me alone.