to me and my co-worker and partner-in-crime, M.
Yeah? So? And?? Your point????
Hey, you know, speaking for myself, I just need a release from time-to-time. (OK, OK, every other minute!)
Those word search puzzles that Theresa got me started on are just addictive! I love them. I used to do those word searches and the easy kind of crossword puzzles growing up all the time. My mom and My Smart Brother do the difficult New York Times crossword puzzles, but I prefer the easier kind of crossword puzzles, I admit. I have this thing about not wanting to do something for relaxation that makes me feel stupid.
And it’s not that I’d hide the puzzles I’ve put together from all of you, not at all. (at least I won’t hide them forever, Heh!) I think they’re quite fun, actually. It’s just that they’re not altogether . . . ummm . . . . well, mature, grown-up, or respectable coming from a middle-aged librarian such as myself. *Ahem* You know, I have an image to uphold. Or something.
“Yes, I do,” says the tattooed gangsta chick with the bullet hole scar (description thanks to Theresa), quiet, stereotypical, midwestern, middle-aged, white librarian Judy. “Shhhhhh,” she adds, for good measure, “this is a library.” That last part she forgets and kind of yells out because sometimes she has problems controlling her Inside Voice.
Yep, that’s me. The Voice of Maturity. Dignity. Control. The shusher. OK, actually, I don’t shush, and truth be told, in the past, the staff here has been asked to quiet down. Our bad. As M. says, “We don’t use that finger anymore.”
