When I arrived home today, Sister #4 informed me that I had gotten a weird package from FedEx. I quickly flipped through my memory to see if I had ordered anything. I couldn’t think of anything as I tore open the thin envelope. I shook out the contents. A letter and a plastic giftcard fell into my lap. It seems I was entered into a contest when I refinanced my home loan using Lending Tree and I won! I won a $100 gift certificate from Home Depot.
How awesome is that?
Even awesomer, I got all the non-fiction books moved up to the Fortress of Solitude. Since I don’t have any kids of my own and I had to babysit Jaycie and Max tonight, I put them to work. I offered them a thin dime for every book they hauled up the stairs. Max made a lot of noise about how he was only helping out of the “cha-ching.” And Jaycie said she was helping just to help me out.
After much debate about the better motivator (cha-ching or kindness), what was better The Suite Life of Zack and Cody or Hannah Montana, and how whether or not we should arrange the books by author or subject, Jaycie and I discussed literature.
“Is this a poetry book?” she asked, handing me something by ee cummings.
“Yeah,” I said.
“So it goes over there with the other fiction stuff, right?” She pointed towards the other bookcase.
“Yep,” I said.
“I like poetry,” she said. “It’s kind of like songs.”
“I think the Dixie Chicks are poetry.”