Man. What have I been up to lately? Not blogging apparently. But don't feel bad. I'm not just ignoring my blog readers. I'm ignoring everybody. Not by choice. This just happens to be a crazy time where I have a lot of balls up in the air. But I haven't forgotten you. In fact, I thought of you all this morning when something kind of heinous happened and I thought to myself, "I soooo need to blog about this." So I will (feel free to laugh at my pain):

This morning I was on the reference when JC came in. On average I would say that we see JC about 3-4 times a week. Today I noticed that he was wearing this skin tight t-shirt that was a tad too short on him. Actually, the shirt was a tad too small everywhere. And when you factored in the promising beer belly JC is currently sporting, the t-shirt left about 2-3 inches of beer gut exposed. And there I was, sitting at the reference desk, eye level with the exposed flesh and nowhere to look. I was horrified. But then it got worse. Whenever JC made a gesture to emphasize what he was saying, the gut would jiggle. The more emphatic JC was, the more the gut would jiggle. And I couldn't look away.

Here's a little known fact about gut jiggle: after awhile of jiggling, the gut starts to work up a sweat and gets a little itchy. So you know what the gut needs, right? Some quality scratching time. And that's exactly what he did. For fifteen minutes JC was a flurry of jiggle-scratch, jiggle-scratch activity. The amazing thing is that in the entire time he was at the library, he never tried to pull the t-shirt over the gut. Is it just me, or is that totally weird?

The glamorous life of a library diva. You're jealous, right?

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