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Generally speaking, I don’t look forward to getting the mail. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t avoid getting it but long gone are the days when I’d eagerly anticipate the arrival of the mailman. Nowadays, he just brings me bills and catalogues for random mail-order companies and several esteem-building credit approval notices. What other pieces of mail cheerfully proclaim “You’re pre-approved!!!”? But yesterday, I received a catalogue from Barnes and Noble.com advertising their warehouse sale with pages and pages and pages of sale-priced books. It’s like a grown-up version of the Scholastic book orders I drooled over in elementary school. Well, except without the 75 cent posters of puppies and kittens curled up together. I sat on my couch and drooled over every single page, seriously considering circling every item on my mental wish list. But then I wondered what would I do with it then? Do like the old days and give it to my mom so she could decide how much money I’d be allowed to spend? And then face the arduous task of whittling down what I want to what I can feasibly spend without feeling luxuriously guilty? My dinner was ready to eat when I finished my perusal so I never did get to circle my wishes…But I’ve got some free time tonight!