Barnes and Noble is my Crack House

Bookstores.  Love em.  I could and have spent hours wandering up and down every aisle.  We often go to the local bookstore after dining out just to walk off the calories. And that's where we found ourselves this past Friday.

But I have a couple of bookstore rules. 
1. I don't clump shop.  I detest being called back to look at whatever stupid book you are looking at.
2. Rule 1 doesn't apply to me.   

Bill hates rule 2. 

I found a book I had to share with him.  Well actually I found a book and could not stop laughing, so much so that I was drawing an unusual amount of attention to myself.  ( as opposed to the usual amount of attention , so alot more than that ) Which resulted in me sharing out loud with total strangers excerpts from the book.  Which lead to Bill finding me and quickly trying to get me to the checkout counter.  Which in turn made me read MORE  excerpts out loud dissolving into near hysterics. Which is why I should always wear waterproof mascara. 

The book is titled " How Your Playlist can Change Your Life".  

not in focus - shaking from laughter. No playlist for that.

 Although I found that funny it wasn't nearly as funny as the list of instructions in EACH chapter on how you too can put together a playlist to :

Be Happy
Be Mentally Organized
Be Productive
Be "Fill -in-the-blank"

Each and every chapter ( because I looked at every one - which could have been the reason Bill was glowering at me from across the store.  Or maybe it was because between fits of laughter I was taking pictures of the book. Which could have been the reason the clerks were glowering at me from across the counter.) had instructions on how to compile the list.  And every chapter's list of instructions had this as the first thing to do: ( EVERY CHAPTER)

1.  First, pick songs you like a lot.            ( I know , I was thinking I usually pick out all the songs I hate and make a playlist when I want to "Be Happy")    And that's pretty much when I lost it.



Just in case you couldn't believe it either. It's sideways because I couldn't convince Bill to hold it for me.  Where is the love?

 So I thought gee, I wonder with all this great and obviously highly researched information what lists I would compile.  Then I looked at my present playlists and thought how the heck did I manage this without someone telling me to pick the songs that I like alot. 

Playlist for painting the walls - Glen Miller and anything from a GLEE soundtrack
Playlist for running in the park - black angry rap songs and Disney's Aladdin soundtrack.
Playlist for driving on the I-240 - Classical Piano
Playlist for Walmart - Lady Gaga and Ballroom Tango music
Playlist for car trips to aggravate children -  Smothers Brothers

and my most famous moment in compiling a playlist was the year I was in charge of gathering music for our vacation trip to the beach in July.  I grabbed the wrong box. John Denver and the Muppets Christmas .
I'm not in charge of that area anymore. 

I laughed all the way out of the store.  Bill wouldn't let me buy the book.  So I bought one on knitting.  It's not as funny.