I am an Amazon.com-aholic, right? Right. Ok. Well, I pre-ordered the 4th Harry Potter awhile back, and it was released this past Tuesday.

Nick's been pestering, "Have you received Harry Potter yet? Have you received Harry Potter yet? Have you received Harry Potter yet?" It isn't that Nick is a fan—and it isn't even that Nick was excited to view the DVD...we just saw it a couple weekends ago at an IMAX theatre, after all. It's that Nick likes being a pest, and Nick likes poking holes in tidy little the-way-I've-always-done-it's.

"No, Nick," I exhaled Tuesday evening. "I am stodgy with shipping. I choose the lowest. I don't care when I get it." But logic rarely stands firm to someone intent on being a nuisance. I am now in receipt of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I sent the aforementioned harasser a text message this morning. "I got Harry Potter."

Thinking this a fitting way to start the day, score one air-point for Laura, and Nick left dangling to find another bit of Laura-sense to exhaust, I flipped my cell shut with a broad grin. When I heard his reply come through, I reached for my phone jerkily. Oh what did the mighty annoyer have to say now, hmm?

"Geez...is that curable?" I wiped my air-point from the space before me with the sleeve of my sweater. I'd say about a tenth...of a percent...of the time, Nick actually manages to humor me...so I ought to give him props when it occurs. It's just the right thing to do.

Brenda looked at me oddly over my snort of laughter, and I relayed the exchange. She joined the silly laughter and in reply to Nick, she volleyed in my stead, "I don't know...first I need to figure out where my potter is."