Shelvin' Books Like It Ain't No Thang

What's goin' down in the hizzouse, homeslices? This is NPDubya, rappin' at ya from the big bad liberry in da hood. I'ze about to tell youze about some mad playa hatin' goin' down this very p.m. at the hip hop happy hour- 2:30, sharp as a shark toof. We'ze about to tippity tap that bar Biggie styles.

Wow, spell check did not like that. Not one bit.

Anyway, as straight gangsta as my weekend is going to be, I still have to make it through the work day and that it going to take some... well, work. Plans include an excursion to the mythical IMAX to see some Spartans kick ass in 300. And bonus: Chris has never been to Jordan's Furniture. Wait, what? Your local furniture stores don't have an IMAX in them? What about a trapeze? Or Jelly Belly Land? A liquid fireworks show? They must at least have Dippin' Dots. No? You poor souls. How do you keep entertained when you go to buy furniture?

We might also take a drive up to scenic southern NH because they've started tapping the maple trees for syrup and this place provides both a tour and an amazing breakfast. Umm, banana pecan pancakes? Yes, please! And of course, the Sunday parent dinner- because how else will I get my leftovers to eat for lunch all week?

I'm also going to spend some time this end of week looking for viable summer employment, preferably something involving neither education nor children. I think barista NPW sounds about right. So- if you hear of any amazing summer opportunities, be sure to not send in your resume, and hook me up instead.

Annnnd.... I'm out.