There is no Google on the Libery

On Saturday Lynda took the girls to the library to exchange some books and get some new ones. I sat in the car with Coach and watched the beginning of Public Enemies.

Layla, being Layla, probably went to one of the PCs reserved for searching the Library Catalogue. Being quite different from her laptop, I imagine that she wrote her frustration down on one of the small note papers hoping to take it up with higher authorities at an opportune time.

I found the note this morning as I was cleaning up.