"Mailman" or "Redundancy"; also "Panties"

It's Picture Book Thursday again!

Today I have 2 selections for your reading enjoyment. The first is called "Millie Waits For the Mail." This is one I grabbed as soon as I saw the third double page spread. OMG! Hilarious! This is a fun book, but I have to say that the story fizzles as it goes, and we are left with a nagging question. WHAT was in that package that got flattened by the tractor? The illustrations, however, are delightful, and it's worth checking out this book for that alone. I mean, a tiny little elphant on the farm? And what are those chickens up to? This makes for a great library book, and as soon as I finished reading it aloud, an immediate re-read was requested. It's very short -- a good book for when it's past bedtime and you still want to squeeze in a book or three, but it's going to take longer if you really want to examine the illustrations.

The second selection for today is an old favourite. Six-Dinner Sid lives at #1 Aristotle Street. (He's no beggar for the bottle though - just a cat who enjoys his dinners.) He also lives at numbers 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 Aristotle Street. In order to get his six dinners, Sid has to have 6 different personas. (Catsonas?) And that works just great until a nasty cough brings everything crashing down around his kitty ears. This is a great book that I can read over, and over, and over again (and have done.) Enjoy!

In non-picture-book news, MuNKi and the kids and I went shopping with BG and her kids yesterday. We hit the Barnes & Noble at the "Circles of Death" because it's still Educator Appreciation Week, and then I introduced BG to Claire's. There, I found that I have a weakness for cell phone charms. BG says I ought to get a cell phone. Hmm, maybe one of those cheap toy ones just so I could buy charms to hang from it.

After that, MuNKi (on Her Majesty's right) made us stop in at Victoria's Secret (the Bigs entertained the Littles in one car just in front of the door) to check out their sports bras, which are supposed to be awesome. I tried one and did the Jumping Up and Down Test, but I was afraid of what the store people might think because my sandals were clapping so much, so I took them off and then jumped in a kind of wincy sort of way as I imagined all the loose straight pins that might be underfoot. I determined that the bra, though nice, was slightly ridy-uppy (that's an industry term) and no better than my C9 seamless Champion thinggy from Target for less than half the price. So the trip quickly degenerated into a panty-shopping spree for BG and me. My speculations on which ones might be good for kicking led to a discourse by BG on the joys of Commando TKD. We eventually determined that the best way to check which panty styles and colours we liked best was to look at them in the environment in which they were most likely to end up after about 30 seconds of wear - namely on our heads, a lampshade, or the floor. The store people must have thought we were moderately insane we were laughing so much, but they gladly took our money in return for barely enough fabric to dab away our tears of mirth.