Yesterday, I lived any book lovers nightmare.
I was at the grocery store picking up some buns for dinner (delicious, delicious pulled pork). The outfit I was wearing had no pockets (dear dress makers take note: pockets. They are amazing) and I did not have enough hands for all the things I was carrying (namely my phone, my copy of Darklight, some olives and a bag of croissants). Now, naturally, I had to put everything down on the shelf so that I could grab the buns.
Worst. Decision. Ever.