They had so many blurbs! I keep telling my boss this may not have a large market, but everyone in that market will buy the book.

How do you already have a copy?! We still haven't seen it in the office. But I'm glad it's out there in the world.

Cornell's president arguing that things would be worse if they banned fraternities is almost funny. Worse for who? Talking about loss of oversight. What oversight?

No. It's just the first tulip I found that looked right. You might find a free version somewhere.

But if it's just feet, then it's just a tulip! Oh, this is totally doable. You must share pictures, if you decided to do it.

Step six: I yell "Show Del the pictures I texted" while my dad insists I didn't text the pictures. Step seven: Dad discovers the pictures and hangs up. Step eight: ???

Step five: receive a phone call where my mom and dad yell at each other because not only is my mom not ready for the day, she hasn't even gotten to the point in her routine where she wanders around the house naked checking if the toilets need cleaning.

Step one: Tell Del the pictures are coming to Grandpa's phone. Step two: Text the pictures. Step three: Receive a brief facetime that doesn't come through. Step four: Receive a phone call from my dad that's just him saying "Bart's on here somewhere. Don't hang up on Bart." I am hung up on.

And the bill would be an oval modified to be slightly pointy at one end. I think the trick would be figuring out how to incorporate them into a square, whether you just wanted to applique them or build them in.

Okay, check this. So the ends could be made in six squares and three triangles.

I think it might be pretty easy (?). Is there a different view of the scarf? Like, are the motifs just bills and feet?

The driver told me he has a fog machine and creepy lights for night.

Best neighborhood in the city.

My boss has made a SFoB bingo card that she’s so proud of. We, yet again, have book squishies.

This year, my colleagues are having a meet and greet for book clubs, which the planning of sounds fancy already.

The Southern Festival of Books is sincerely the most fun thing I get to do for work. I get to stand around talking books with a bunch of book lovers, meet authors, gossip with other university presses, pick up free swag. It’s great.

Are we about to have a genuinely cold Southern Festival of Books?!

Speak for yourselves, men in your 40s. I’m still hip and cool!