Damn you, LifeHacker!
There I was minding my own business, running through the latest updates from the Good Blogs when LifeHacker throws me down the long and painful stairs of addiction. I had lived a good life to this point devoid of any knowledge of the fabled Moleskina notebook. Decades of self-control gone in the flash of a pixel.
Before I knew what I was doing, I had discovered moleskinerie where I learned of the right pens to use. Mike's review saved me the error of overspending for a good instrument (still resisting the fountain pen obsession).
Then it was on to finding notebooks. I couldn't stop myself. What was this power gripping me? I'd never experienced the like of it before. Two bookstores later, there they were, the little black notebooks with the bright-colored bands. Thank goodness for that bit of marketing acumen, otherwise how would I, a mere novice, distinguish these distinguished books from the sea of imitators on the shelves?
I picked up two pocket notebooks but they only had one large notebook. Had to have two each, so I could pull Writer into my increasingly rapid downward spiral. The next day, we found the notebook at Barnes & Noble, bought a dozen Pilot G2s and a couple Pilot Dr. Grip Gel pens. There was no stopping until this was done.
Now, Writer and I have assigned the pockets to a special project. Eldest Daughter will be wed in September and we are using the notebooks to write special messages to her. We keep these thoughts private from each other. On the Blessed Day we will present the notebooks to her filled with our experiences, thoughts, hopes, memories and best wishes.
Damn you, LifeHacker for adding these books to our lives. And thank you.