Married life. Aww yeah. Here’s the scene.
George walks into the living room, looks at me, and gives me the finger completely out of the blue*
Me: Aww. Come on. That’s not nice.
Me: It hurts my feelings.
George: Pfft. You don’t even have any feelings.
Me: Well, no. Not after you stomped them all into the ground.
Yes, it’s like this all the time, we’re goofy 24/7 most of the time.
*We also throw each other the finger on a regular, near-constant basis. It’s a sign of love and affection in this house.
Apropos of nothing to do with silly exchanges, I’ve been reading Let’s Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson who, of course, writes The Bloggess (among other things; if you’re not familiar with Jenny, be prepared to laugh if you click on over). I’ve been reading it at home of course, but I’ve also read it at work on my breaks and today I even read it on the bus on and off until it started to make me queasy (the whole reading-on-a-bus thing, not the book. The book doesn’t make me queasy!).
This is fine. I’ve gone through phases of not reading for awhile and then reading like I can barely make myself stop. Right now I’m in the latter phase (and I’m enjoying it more than the last book I read, Alice in Zombieland which was vaguely entertaining but written by what I would imagine to be a 15 year old girl who considers the Twilight series to be Pulitzer material). So it’s good to have a book that I’m really enjoying like Let’s Pretend This Never Happened.
The only problem is that it’s terribly dangerous to read. At home is fine, but in public places it can cause a disturbance. One second I’m reading something so hilarious that I find myself doing the snort-laugh. The next, I’m reading a heartbreaking chapter that has me sniffling and crying uncontrollably.
I was really grateful that I read the story about how her hometown had changed just enough that it no longer felt quite like home while I was sitting at my kitchen table instead of in the lunch room at work. It reminded me of how I feel about the town where my grandmothers lived and it struck such an unexpectedly painful chord in me that I would have been rather embarrassed if I had reacted that way in a public location.
There’s something special about books that make you unsure of whether to laugh, cry, or do both. Luckily it’s been more of the laughing, and just enough of the crying to keep me guessing about what the next chapter has to bring.
Are you reading anything good lately? I also have Insurgent, The 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out The Window And Disappeared, and Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore waiting on my Kindle and I honestly think I’ll have to draw a name out of a hat to decide which one to read next.
It’s frustrating to have nothing good to read but sometimes it can be just as bad to have too MANY good things to read!