Marrying a Reader

…means you get dirty looks if you go to bed first, because your bookworm wife likes to read in bed to relax even after she’s read three books in a row for work (the third one being a silly high school trifle that took 60 minutes for 300 pages). She’s just blogging to kill time while you drop into alpha sleep or whichever kind of sleep it is so she can turn the bedroom light on and climb between the sheets with your snoring ass and Shirley Jackson’s The Bird’s Nest.

I love you, babe. Sleep tight and please don’t wake up.