My children (as children are wont to do to their 'poor auld da') absconded with my copies of the books. The nicely bound and boxed copies. The lovely volumes I've had at hand for... well... a long time. I wanted to re-read the Hobbit and then the trilogy. I watched my two VHS tapes instead. Felt myself lucky to have those. Went to Borders and almost had a heart attack when I saw the $115 price of that exact same boxed set! I KNOW I never paid anything near that much for my copy since I was a poverty stricken student at the time.
I'm planning a raid. I'll wait 'til my daughters are otherwise occupied and I'll slip my copies into an old San Francisco State College book bag I have... wait a minute, where did I put that bag? It was just over there right next to my copy of Nosferatu (the Murnau version) Yikes!
We're going to go Christmas eve (actually early afternoon) when there is no one about.