Cindysphinx
G.O.A.T.
Man, I am in a funk.
I am in a book club. In fact, it is a couples book club. The presence of both genders makes the book club discussions and selections pretty awesome -- because it is not All Chicks All The Time, the group picks books that appeal to folks like me who don't enjoy Chick Books.
Anyway, it is our turn to host the dinner and book discussion. Many members of the group travel, so we try to pick a date when most people can attend.
This particular book club meeting is on Feb. 6, the only time when folks were available. Yeah. Super Bowl Sunday. At 7:00. Which means I will miss the whole Superbowl.
As I sit here, I cannot think of a single Superbowl I have missed. I really enjoy the Superbowl, whether I am by myself or with a group. Why, I am one of the few people who actually saw Janet Jackson's mammary pop out and said, my mouth full of chips, "I think I just saw her boob."
Pity me, people. Pity me.
Now if you will excuse me, I have to go finish the book in question. Leo Tolstoy's Anna Karenina. I am on page 850, with 90 pages left to go. Like I said, the group *usually* picks satisfying books. Me, I have not been thrilled with pages 1-850.
Cindy -- who decided to churn through this book no matter what just so she could say that Anna Karenina is the longest book she has ever read
I am in a book club. In fact, it is a couples book club. The presence of both genders makes the book club discussions and selections pretty awesome -- because it is not All Chicks All The Time, the group picks books that appeal to folks like me who don't enjoy Chick Books.
Anyway, it is our turn to host the dinner and book discussion. Many members of the group travel, so we try to pick a date when most people can attend.
This particular book club meeting is on Feb. 6, the only time when folks were available. Yeah. Super Bowl Sunday. At 7:00. Which means I will miss the whole Superbowl.
As I sit here, I cannot think of a single Superbowl I have missed. I really enjoy the Superbowl, whether I am by myself or with a group. Why, I am one of the few people who actually saw Janet Jackson's mammary pop out and said, my mouth full of chips, "I think I just saw her boob."
Pity me, people. Pity me.
Now if you will excuse me, I have to go finish the book in question. Leo Tolstoy's Anna Karenina. I am on page 850, with 90 pages left to go. Like I said, the group *usually* picks satisfying books. Me, I have not been thrilled with pages 1-850.
Cindy -- who decided to churn through this book no matter what just so she could say that Anna Karenina is the longest book she has ever read