Put piles of books in your cubicle. Done. For the most direct contact with books, apply to be a page and make minimum wage... but at least you get to spend your days shelving books, and, you don't need a master's degree (high school diploma should be plenty, even in this age of places wanting a bachelor's for everything). Working the reference desk so you can tell people where the restroom is takes a master's degree though, which isn't financially a great plan unless you can get it for free or cheap.

If I did, I wouldn't mind my 6yo saying he wants to go sailing in NL.

(as in, I don't need my 6yo to be asking to go sailing... money doesn't grow on trees, nor on sailboats)

He now knows how to say he wants to go sailing and have dinner on the beach. I'm not sure this is progress.

Speaking of Dutch vocabulary words: Broccoli finished Level 2 of RS Dutch today. The kid was motivated and did about 3x the amount he does on most days.

And chocolate syrup, and chocolate ice cream, and chocolate pudding.

Pro-tip: you are allowed to have chocolate milkshakes though, so long as you don't drink them through a straw.

Also, sometimes we shorten chocolade to chocola, because it's too important to use 4 syllables on (common words have fewer syllables than less common words). So, shoh-ko-lah.

I do not have oreo truffles, nor oreo anything for that matter. I contemplated buying hot chocolate oreos the other day at the store, but decided not to. Also, aren't you supposed to not eat solids?

I picked up Broccoli and swung him around, telling him I could still do that because he's still 6. He told me "yeah, because tomorrow is my 8th birthday, because, you know, when I was born was a birthday".

And I suppose DW has chocolate brownie mix. I'm so bored with that though... she makes them almost every Wednesday. Is it heresy to say that I'm bored with any kind of chocolate?

And we have After Eights, which, well, it's after 8... am. And we have a couple of 'truffles', and stuff to make hot (or cold) chocolate. And, I guess, stuff to make chocolate pudding. Dutch vocabulary word of the day: chocolade. That means 'chocolate' for you English speakers. Also, it's pronounced shoh-koh-lah-duh. Just in case you wake up in NL and find you have a chocolate emergency.* *Of course, in real life, almost all Dutch adults speak enough English to understand some zombie-like "must.have.chocolate"... but anyhow.

Hm... I have caramel chocolate popcorn. It does stick to my teeth like crazy though.

(and btw, I'm aware I butchered the spelling two posts ago. I don't care)

Y'all don't need your feelings to be hurt, nor get permission, or w/e.

Edted: just have the cholate lareayd.

Choooooocoooolaaaaaate!

Edited: just have the chocolate already.

(and I know that she doesn't have much of a moral issue with lying about age, as I remember her claiming I was 12 when I was 16, and, other times before then too)

She doesn't look 45 though, but the hair color thing cuts down on the questions, and also means she's be more likely to get carded for senior discount stuff - I don't know that she's ever tried to lie, but... the lack of gray combined with a mousy brown color that's obviously natural just means it'd be stupid to try to lie.

And my mom seems to have her mom's genes... she's got maybe 2 gray hairs if you look very hard.

I think some places ask and then still want to see proof though. Not sure... I don't pass for 65, and probably won't for a few more years (even my mom is only 63).

Did I mention that DW once went to the movie theater alone to an R-rated movie and got charged the under-12 price? That cashier was obviously not thinking (the movie theater had a policy that you could see an R-rated movie without your parents if you were under 17 or something - I think she told me she was 16 at the time, but I'm not sure). Anyway, just mentioning all that just to say that it doesn't mean anything when someone cards you, doesn't card you, asks you if you're 65, doesn't ask if you're 65, etc yada yada.

The first times I bought alcohol without being carded were 17 years ago. The last time I'm going to be carded is probably still 17 years into the future (not counting places that card literally everyone).

You know, just like sometimes DW and I still get carded. She's 41, I'm 33, and neither of us looks remotely under 21.