November

I realize we have all been holding in our excitement for months and months.  Now that it is November it’s time to officially let our excitement show.  No, I’m not talking about college football or Christmas (Yuck, I hate Christmas).  I’m talking about the most important date of the year, November 19^th.  If you don’t know what happens on November 19^th get off my blog and never come back.  I’m being 100% serious about this one (hahaha, like I’ve ever been 100% serious). 

November 19^th is the day Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows comes out in theaters.  I can’t wait to put on my cloak, straighten my glasses and arm myself with my 11” Holly Wand with a Phoenix feather core and head to the theater.  Ok, so I might not be so extreme as to dress up for the movie, but I am a pretty big fan.

I’m beginning to wonder if the wife thinks I have a problem.  Yesterday she had The Hunger Games in her hand and told me I should read it.  I told her that I am perfectly content with Harry Potter thank you very much.  She’s worried that I’m half-way through the books for the fourth time and thinks I should give another book a chance.  With a look of great concern in her eyes she told me that I need to expand my horizons a bit.  After reading the series for the first time I became a casual user, reading a HP book, another book, the next HP, another book and so on.  Now that I don’t have much time to read I pretty much stick with HP. Just because JK Rowling sold her soul to the devil (how else could you explain such a literary masterpiece?) it doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t enjoy the books.  After all, I’m only hurting myself.

On to the point of my story…I have a really bad toothache but can’t go to the dentist because I don’t have insurance.  The only thing that makes me feel better are HP books.  Strangely enough, this morning my HP books were missing and my toilets were all plugged.  I tried knocking on a few doors in the neighborhood but no one had the books.  Does anyone have a book I could borrow? 

By the way, if anyone tries organizing an intervention, I swear to you I will run and never come back.  Actually, an intervention might be kinda fun.  Tonight at 7:00 we are having a Harry Potter intervention at my house.  Please bring a letter that tells me how much you care for me and how badly it hurts to see me doing this to myself.  I promise to tear up a little when you read it out loud.