Monday, November 20, 2006

One dollar, Bob

I'm sitting here this morning (my day off), cataloging books and watching The Price is Right. There's something really comforting about TPIR. It reminds me of being out of school for the summer, eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and drinking milk. My sister and I would watch it every afternoon while my mom puttered around in the kitchen. We marveled that anyone could get excited over a new refrigerator or bbq grill. We were all about the jukeboxes, pool tables and cars. Of course, now I'm all about the refrigerators and living room furniture.
She and I would tear up when an old person got on stage and we'd debate who between us would show more stage excitement. It would be her of course. Every time.
I'd have been the most boring contestant ever. I think I took some kind of stubborn pride in that.
I still don't get some of the prizes. Full-size popcorn vending cart?

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