The Bad Bits of Summer

There are similarities between childbirth and the Summer Reading Program. Sometimes my sister says to me, "Aren't these the cutest kids you've ever seen? Don't you think I should have one or two more?" And then I say, "Remember how last time you were pregnant you told me that if you said you wanted another baby I should hit you in the face with a shovel?" And then SHE says, "No." Similarly, I always forget how truly terrible the first week of the Summer Reading Program is. I know in my brain that it will be bad, but until I'm at work with, no kidding (I counted at the busiest point), twenty-one people crowding around the main reference desk and three people holding on the phone, I don't really recall what the beginning of summer is like at the library.

Today the Summer Reading craziness was followed by hanging out at the DMV for an hour, so it's a good thing that I had morning glory muffins to greet me at home. The muffins are very similar to garden harvest bread, except that they're more likely to kill you, being full of delicious fat. They're particularly hazardous to your health if you happen to have made them with really old coconut which may have gone rancid. Try not to do that.