CT, Half-Price Books, and Scorpion Scares

My my, what a night I had last night.

First of all, my Celtic Thunder Christmas album arrived in the mail last night!  I bet you can guess what I'm listening to as I write this.  And what will be in my car for the next three weeks.  It's amazing.  I can't wait 'til after Thanksgiving.  I can listen to Christmas carols all I want now, but they never feel quite the same as they do during the Christmas season.  This CD is such a new release, the tracks weren't on iTunes.  I had to enter them all manually.

After I finished listening to the album and eating dinner, I decided I wanted to go to Half-Price Books.  I've been wanting to visit for a few days as I have been out of reading material.  I'm ashamed to admit I spent a decent amount of money there.  Among my purchases: The Digimon Movie, the second season of Red vs. Blue (What are the odds?), John Tucker Must Die, and four books.  I must say, Half-Price has certainly bulked up their YA section.  It's halfway decent.  The book I decided to start with is called Maze Runner, a book that I'm drawn to every time I visit Borders.  The YA Hardcover price always scared me away, but since the book was half price, I deemed it affordable.  So far, it's good.  It reminds me of a more mature version of Holes, for some reason, and it's keeping me guessing so far.  After I finish, I'll pass it on if it's any good.

So I got back and Mom and Dad were already in bed reading.  Tagalong ran to the top of the steps to greet me, then ran down to follow me into the bathroom (for some reason, he thinks bathroom breaks are group activities).  On the way down the hall, he stopped to sniff something on the tile and I almost had a heart attack when it started moving!  It was a scorpion!  I gasped quite audibly and started yelling at my parents for help.  Mom put a cup over it, and stretched out it could almost reach both sides of the glass.  Huge.  We went to find Tag, who had been surprised enough when the object of his sniffing started running across the floor, but my gasp had freaked him out.  He was sitting with his tail between his legs in the living room, nervous because he was picking up on my fear.  We figured he was okay because he hadn't yipped when he sniffed the scorpion and his nose wasn't tender and didn't seem to be in pain.  He has since made a full recovery, and the scorpion has met his end through my father's shoe.