Today I've discovered that although I bemoan my financial plight quite often, I could potentially be rich. If I were not so magnetic toward used bookstores and book fairs, I think I might have enough money not to worry too much about whether my bank account could support another trip to the gas station. This weekend, I spent near $100 on children's books alone! Before you scoff at my weakness, let me at least brag about what I was able to purchase with the money:
Copies of:
"Say What?"
"Bodies in the Hotel"
"Andy Russell and the Flying Hamsters"
"The Story of Ferdinand"
"Skippyjon Jones"
"Stephanie's Ponytail" and "The Paper Bag Princess" by Robert Munsch
one copy of every book in the Captain Underpants series (after my students begged me to get more)
"Orwell's Luck"
"Revolutionary War on Wednesday"
"The Giraffe, The Pelly, And Me"
"The Ugly Princess and the Wise Fool"
"A True Taste for Scarlet and Miniver"
and possibly more
My colleague's birthday is on Thursday, so many of the above titles were purchased for the occasion as part of a read-aloud pack.
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Ah, yes, but it all depends on how you define 'rich'--for who is truly wealthier, she who has a larger bank account balance, or she who has a complete series of Captain Underpants?
Ponder THAT, my friend.
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