That Just Happened!

Last night was…interesting.  From the moment MPW got home to the time we went to sleep there were some winning moments.  I had an attack of the sillies and I am pretty sure that at that point MPW stopped enjoying the same sense of humour about things.  There was an incident when he called the dog, a debate about his level of commitment to my blog (which according to him is high, according to me the blog comes fifth to cars, computers, RC copters, and Jeff Dodge), a question about tacos and a realization that I hate his moustache (it just isn’t him…and his whiskers tickle up my nose).

In the bedroom I have a wall of bookshelves *sigh* with all of my books.  As we are drifting off to sleep MPW mumbles, “Hey Jenn…is that book by Michael J. Fox or The Michael J. Fox?”  Well that did it for me.  I let out a very loud, very ugly guffaw and then giggled for a good 10 minutes.  The Michael J. Fox?  I had no idea MPW was such a fan!  “Yeah it totally is,” I responded. The Michael J. Fox.  *snort*

There was also another incident.  Involving a book.  I don’t know if you would agree, but I really, truly think books have a smell.  The smell is dependent on what age the book is written for, what they use to bind the book and the age of the book.  I just remember being really young, having my Mom read to me and each book having a smell.  My favourites were Amelia Bedelia and Dory the Witch.  Well last night I picked up one of the books for my personal GG Challenge and it smelled.  Kind of like a text book, kind of not.  So I opened up the book, pressed my nose to the page and inhaled.  Yep, definitely like a textbook and yep, definitely when MPW walked in.

  He laughed, shook his head and when I tried to explain he just said, “No, no.  No, no.”

But you understand, right?  You know what I am trying to say?  Books smell!  They do!  I’d like to think they smell of adventure, but maybe that’s just me.

Yeah, That Just Happened!