I am so proud to have married a man who is, by his very nature, quite...well...nerdy. Make no mistake, I say this with the utmost love and respect! He loves to learn, and think, and discourse on a wide variety of topics. (I am put to shame when it comes to knowledge of world and current events!) We have cable TV because he would be absolutely lost without the History Channel, Food Network, and the Weather Channel. Seriously. He watches the Weather Channel for pleasure!
Still, when he told me this morning that he was going to stop by the bookstore on his way home from work at lunch to get some books to read while he recuperates from surgery (tomorrow! Prayers welcome and appreciated!), I was thinking along the lines of David Baldacci, maybe some Jeffrey Deaver, or, even better, perhaps a few books by James Patterson, a novelist we both immensely enjoy.
What, instead, do I find on his nightstand? Fork It Over: The Intrepid Adventures of a Professional Eater. And The Little Ice Age: How Climate Made History, 1300-1850.
Why am I really not surprised? And why am I still laughing?