I hadn't checked my work snail mail in a few days, mostly because it's in another room that is nowhere near the bathroom. Little did I know there were a zillion packages waiting for me. I was afraid it was just galleys of chick lit novels, which for some reason people love to send me. Maybe I should actually read some of them as opposed to just leaving them in the lounge for other people to take home.
Anyhow, here is today's booty. I'm actually pretty psyched:
Outwitting History by Aaron Lansky. It's about a guy who saved a million Yiddish books. I actually saw this in Barnes and Nobles about a year ago and wanted to read it.
The Pocket DJ by Sarah Lewitinn. All sorts of cool iPod lists and some random music facts.
The soundtrack to the new movie Thumbsucker, which I'm going to see on the 12th. Aces.
A two-CD disc set of the top TV toons of all time, including Sex and the City, Three's Company and The Muppet Show. Thanks Jason.
I also got one chick lit novel. It's just not a day if someone isn't sending me a novel about a young woman seeking love and success in the big city. It's all tremendous.
All this on top of the awesome deals I got on a skirt and handbag for the assorted baby and bridal showers coming up this week-end. I should add that I was an inch away from being able to drive down to Manasquan, NJ tomorrow. Instead, it looks like I'm taking the PATH to Newark (that's hot) and then the train down to Manaquan (double hot). Then I'm loading up on all the free food and booze the Millards have put together for my sister-in-law's shower. Because that is what one does when they are Crazy Aunt Pauline. Bottoms up!
