So this morning I got on the library's website to see if the books I'd requested had come in. Since I'd checked yesterday, my account suddenly had accumulated $14 worth of fines for 14 books that were apparently due back May 21, but that we'd actually returned months ago. I called to investigate, and the woman with whom I spoke informed me that there was a block on my card now, but she'd check the shelf to see if the books were there. Three of the books were found on the shelf, but that means I still have $11 worth of fines, and therefore still a block on my card. Pretty lame, considering I have three books there waiting for me that I will not be able to check out, and I'll have to wait and request them again when this mix-up is unmixed. And what happens if they don't find the books? I'm not going to pay for books that I don't have. Hopefully I will not be relegated to a lifetime of library delinquency because of these eleven missing children's books.
I don't wear any jewelry, ever, except for my wedding ring, but Emma managed to find an old box of rings, earrings, etc. that I used to wear. She has been wearing them nonstop, and I'm dreading the day she realizes that ears actually need to have holes in them for earrings to be worn. I had to wait until I was twelve to get my ears pierced; I'm not sure if I'll make her do the same. At least she is happy with this for now.
I have stayed up way too late sewing a skirt. The worst part about that is, I totally overestimated the amount of fabric to use, and now all I have is a poofy, mushroomy-type thing that does not even deserve a picture on this blog. Tomorrow, maybe, if I can salvage it.