This evening, while in the car, I turned to my wonderful husband.
“I’m thinking I’m going to buy a cute jar and label it ‘Nookie Jar,’” I told him.
His eyebrows raised.
“Now THIS has the potential to be interesting.”
Ahhh, but alas poor husband, it is nothing like that.
For quite awhile now, I have been admiring the Amazon Kindle. OK, coveting would be a much more appropriate word. I’m a woman with an English degree and a love of cool electronic things…it’s a no-brainer that I would want it.
But today. Oh, today. I opened my email and found a big, pretty advertisement for the new Nook from Barnes and Noble.
People, I WANT ONE. More than the Kindle. In a perfect world, someone from Barnes and Noble would offer to give me one to review for them. But, alas, the most exciting thing I’ve ever been asked to review was tooth-whitening strips. And I couldn’t even do that because I was pregnant at the time. So, I have hatched a plan wherein I am going to start selling the contents of my bookcases and stashing the money in my Nookie Jar (get it—Cookie Jar, but for a Nook…) so I don’t have to feel guilty about buying one (which fits in perfectly with my current determination to declutter my house).
Still, my husband’s stuck on that “Nookie Jar.”
I suggested that if he were putting forth noticeable contributions to ensure I get my toy faster, well, that jar just might accomplish both of our goals. He said that’s doable, but he would probably have to start diverting money from our vacation jar. And the kids might start asking questions.
That’s fine. When they do, he’ll just have to tell them to talk quietly…Mommy’s reading.