I'm married to a brilliant scientist. Life with a scientist has its ups and down. Up--he knows how to convert kilos to pounds and kilometres to miles, in his head. Heck, he even knows what a kilometre is! Down, that means he's smarter than me. Which makes me constantly ask, whuuuuuuuut? If my head was an oak tree, (just follow me on this one, ok?) then my husband is talking at the Empire State Building level--way over my head. Maybe an oak tree is too generous for me. Usually his scientistness is great. The only time it's a problem is when we are cooking. I'm a dash here, pinch here type of gal. Hubby requires a protocol. It's like he can't do anything unless it's specifically spelled out. When my husband asks me how much milk I put in a banana smoothie, I just make up a measurement, uh, just a cup, honey. But that's a good thing. I've had some really bad meals come out of the dash-pinch methodology. So, who's the smart one? The one w
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My favorite book store is going out of business. It's depressing to see the shelves empty, not that selling books is bad, but the fact that they are not restocking them. It's like a part of me is dying. I have so many memories of chasing the kids around while trying to read the inside cover of a book. Does clearing out the bookstores make way for digital books? Personally, I'm not a fan. I like the smell and feel of real books. Is the end of bookstores? Is it the end of books? You tell me. Maybe I'm a Luddite, but I'm hoping books are not going away anytime soon.