A New High (low?)

So everyone who is near and knows the stuff probably thinks I'll get things going by talking it up about my medical drama- but no, no- the title is about my second most-discussed topic- the supply room...yes, supplies are great. I love post-its best, but folders and paper and nice new desk organizers are all most excellent in every way. When I was a kid we didn't have money but my mom would try to scrape together enough money to get us at least a few new school supplies, so it was one time when we could buy some things- and my sis and I loved it sooo much. Buying school supplies is probably in the top three of what I miss about school. So the fact that the library pays for supplies, and that I'm friends with the fellas down in the supply room and that I can go down there and pick out whatever I want is awesome beyond compare. HOWEVER, today I was down there perusing my favorites, the post-its, and Dave was talking it up, and complimenting my "your-momma" jokes- and I was like "so- am I like the most egregious user of supplies in the library" and I was secretly afraid of the answer but also really hoping that he'd say "oh, no, definitely not" but then he's like- "yeah- actually- we're thinking of making you an award and framing it!" WHAT, this may ruin my whole twice weekly trek down there. crizap. I can't get outed as the worst user of supplies. I mean I don't take them home or anything- I use them for work- and they make me happy. The pathetic thing is that mostly I sit around thinking up reasons to go down there cause they are funny and I'm lonely up here hanging out with Asa- seriously- can you blame me?