So I get home from work, and Robert immediately starts tittering.
Turns out he bought a butt load of sticky notes for me. WORD!!! As you know, my poetry collection is color-coded. Recently I ran out of sticky notes, but after searching a few Targets around town I discovered that they no longer carried the colors I use. I had a moment of panic, because I own over a hundred poetry books, all tagged and organized with the extinct colors. If I couldn't find the appropriate pack of sticky note colors I would have to redo my entire collection.
Turns out while I was panicking Robert was rummaging around in the closet for his cape.
And yes, I am listening to Macklemore right now. Who isn't?
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