Why did I do the following things?
Why did I agree to host a bookclub meeting at my house tomorrow night?
Why did I not read the book?
Why can't I even remember the title of the book?
Why don't I go right this minute and practice the all knowing head nod in the mirror, so tomorrow night when the Relief Society ladies show up here all perfumed and eager faced with their books under their arms and they all start discussing whatever they discuss at these functions, I can fool them (with the newly perfected head nod) into thinking that I am wiser because of what I read in that book, whose title I can't even remember, and they will not notice what a loosery host of the book group I am?
Sometimes I exhaust myself with my own sloth.
6 comments:
The night is still young! Find it and read it and love it! Maybe it will come to you in a dream...
Are you going to tell us the title?
And it is times like these when you could actually be thanking Wikipedia.
I don't know the title and I'm too embarrassed to call someone now.
I bet the title is Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
I love you, Leigh. I really do.
"Left to Tell" is the name of the book.
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