Mykan, I say just clean up the book real well and nobody but us will ever know. Sad to say, but I'd be surprised if that's the first book returned to the library with poop on it.
So for this story to make sense you should know I'm pregnant, 4 months along with our first baby. I don't think most of the Club V girls know this yet (I'm a bit slow at passing along the news). Because I have a tendency to procrastinate and not finish projects I start, I decided to jump head first into organizing things once out of my first trimester. I've been obsessing over what and how much I'll need of everything, so I decided to start with registering for gifts and asked my husband to come along so he felt included in everything.
He was a really good sport about it, provided I humor him. He immediately insisted on complete control of the scanner, which was fine. Until he started jumping around corners with it held out like a gun, Steven Segal style. Whether there were people in the aisle or not. I had to keep an eye out for any surface that you could write on, like those magnetic screen toys, because when given the chance he'd write "Help I've been kidnapped" on each one. Then when I checked out the registry online later, I noticed we were registered for an awful lot of the most expensive booze Target carries. That's in addition to the jokes he loudly cracked in Babies R Us that are probably too awful to include in this post, and frequently telling the baby he's planning on eating it when it's born. And we're not even halfway through the pregnancy.
On a book-related note, a friend sent me a link to Shelfari.com, and I sent a link to the ladies of Club V. You can list the books you're reading, recently read, rate them, see what others are reading, it looks pretty cool.
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