One day last week, Rog and I decided to play hookie and head to
Summerland and check out some antique stores that I've been
wanting to wander in since I moved here.
I came across this GORGEOUS green secretary.
It stopped me dead in my tracks.
But with a price tag of I can't even remember because it was somewhere in
the ballpark of what? for reals??
this green piece of ridiculous beauty had to be left behind....
I did however come home with this adorable little green book.
You all know my love of old green books:)
This little gem is called
The Golden Book of Modern English Poetry.
It was published in 1922. I'm pretty sure I whispered something
like "oh hello little adorable green poetry book,
you're coming home with mama."
I started reading aloud the minute we got in the car.
I totally channeled my inner Colonel Brandon (RIP) whilst
reading to Rog. He was totally into it!
I'm totally lying.
He was NOT into it.
Maybe because these poems went all Edgar Allen Poe
on me. I wish you could have seen Rog's face.
I was dying laughing because he was hating it so much.
But did I stop reading??
Of course not!
You can't hear him here, but he was pretty much
begging me to stop.
I couldn't. Because there's one thing that I find
the most fun ever.
It's awesome because he so annoyed but he
still smiles and laughs at me:)
and that just cheers me on.
hee hee hee
He just doesn't appreciate such eloquent words...
He writes this kind of poetry:)
So I turned to the one man in my life that was sure to
listen and LOVE it.
Yeah that went well....