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The Spouse insists (if “mild whining” is a synonym for “insistence”) that I take a blogcation since he is on vacation and doesn’t want to sit there feeling guilty doing nothing whilst I type madly away at the computer. Hence, the re-runs yesterday and the day before.

However, I did have a little experience I thought worth sharing now that The Spouse has dashed out of the house to run a few errands.

I went to the mall.

I don’t do that very often so this is earth-shattering news even if you all can’t really appreciate that fact.

Whilst there, I went into a book store (and no, this is not about finding Miss D on the shelves which is an utterly ridiculous thought because even if some random bookstore decided to stock it, it wouldn’t be out on the shelves yet, anyway--yet, I did think it).

I rarely go to a real bookstore (I’m all about the internet, baby) so I was kind of excited and woozy with the smell of so much paper and print but managed to make a beeline for the romance section, anyway. I did a quick scan and noted that a few older Regency romance novels from back when “they” were still publishing the genre, had been reprinted. One was by a favorite author that I had somehow missed back in the day so I snatched it to my bosom. However (and here’s the thing—finally!) before I left, I wedged a small wad of my beautiful gorgeous Miss Delacourt Speaks Her Mind bookmarks right there next to those Regency reprints.

I’m evil that way.