Dollygirl didn't come to the store with me today...things in the back room were pretty quiet (not only because she wasn't there). We priced the last baskets of holiday books to go out, and I somehow came home with a one-dollar price tag stuck to my jeans.
At least it wasn't fifty cents.
What I brought home: Refuse to Choose, by Barbara Sher; an Ellis Peters mystery (A Nice Derangement of Epitaphs); and a book about enjoying poetry. Also a small painted bench for Dollygirl; not the park bench she'd had her eye on, that was gone; but a cute little thing for the dolls anyway.