Gone to My Happy Place
Considerably less Ire recently from me. I got caught in my happy place for awhile and I was in no hurry to leave. Still, I should have known when I poked my head out something would scare me back in. Who would have thought though it would be another librarian flashing me? How could this lady not know she was treating everyone to a lovely view of her chest and its accompanying support garment? The things I see... uh-huhhhThis weekend is ALA. I'm heading in for a couple of days, hopefully to make a killing with the giveaways at the exhibitions. I am looking forward to the drill cart competition on Sunday. Hopefully there will be a passle of bunned ladies in flowery skirts.
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