I’m getting over a case of what I suspect is food poisoning. And most likely, it’s the fault of a certain fast food chain that is always in the news for making people sick these days. The Husband wanted it for dinner this weekend and that’s the only time during the weekend in which we had different things to eat. I had chicken ranchero soft tacos, which I always get. He had nachos with no tomatoes, so he had a different meat and no vegetables, unlike my food. He’s perfectly fine. I ended up with severe stomach cramps Sunday night which then developed into all the other usual food poisoning symptoms.
Not fun.
Before I got sick, we spent the weekend kayaking and book shopping. That was much more fun. I have a Kindle, yet I can’t seem to stay out of the bookstore. I have 6 pages of books to read on my Kindle, but that didn’t stop me from getting something new at the bookstore (Sarah Dessen’s newest, What Happened to Goodbye). I also got one of those lap desks that you can sit your laptop on because I like to write in my car during my lunch hour. I sit in the backseat, with my legs stretched out, and my netbook gets a little warm on my legs sometimes.
One of my main selling points on getting a Kindle was that I could get lots of books without taking up anymore space in the house (my four bookshelves are stuffed). I’d say I’m still half buying print books and half ebooks. I wanted to buy much more than that one book at the store, but I tried to restrain myself.
You know that Kindle commercial where the woman tells the man that you don’t get the joy of actually folding down the page with an ebook? That’s not what I would have said (I hate folding down pages in my books anyway. It messes up the book!). My argument would be that you don’t get the joy of smelling the books. Because they smell so good.
I love ebooks. I love how portable my Kindle is and how easily I can download a new book. But I can’t give up print books entirely. Because with ebooks, you just don’t get to experience the weird looks from other shoppers in the store when they catch you smelling the books.