A man, a cat, a dog

I've been thinking for a while about writing a library related post, and there are a few false starts among the many posts I have in progress. But then I read a post on Book Riot today and decided that, really, you should just go read that: Leave No Trace: Why Readers Should Not Troll Library Books, by Michelle Anne Schingler.

So I'm going to let that link be your meaty, substantive post for the week, and I'm going to give you some pictures instead.

ALL THE BROWN SHOES

ALL THE BROWN SHOES

This is what my husband looks like. No, seriously. Picture a man who wears almost nothing but various shades of brown. Every now and then he'll throw in a nature-y green (think olive green, or hunter green). So picture a man dressed like a tree. That's who I married.

This is a small media center, and on top of it used to be most of my office supplies. The cat clearly had other plans. She usually gets her way. She's a cat.

It's exhausting to look at everyone with such big, sad eyes all the time.

It's exhausting to look at everyone with such big, sad eyes all the time.

See? I need a nap.

See? I need a nap.

Dog. Gratuitous pictures of dog. Because dog.