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I have a hard time, sometimes, falling asleep and staying asleep. When I get those annoying bouts of insomnia, I try and relax myself into sleep by watching a dvd or reading. Among my usual go to books [books that I love, but that I've read a thousand times, so I won't be kept up because I need to know what comes next] is Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About by Mil Millington.
This is Mil. He is awesome. |
Love.
No. Really. Love.
The book came out in 2003, and I can't remember, but I think I read the book first, before I found the website. And I was delirious. It is so cleverly written and so funny and so, OH MY GOD, it's not just our relationship that's like this, that it I could not stop laughing and reading to the husband. And when I found the website? I spent many a hour that should have been spent on productive work-type stuff reading such gems that Mil and his girlfriend Margret have argued about like:
- The way one should cut a Kiwi fruit in half [lengthwise or down the middle]
- Their phone number
- The best way to hang up washing
- The way to eat two-fingered Kit-Kats. Mil: like I'd eat any other chocolate bars of that size, i.e., without feeling the need to snap them into two individual fingers first. Margret accused me of doing this, 'deliberately to annoy her'.
The wrong way. God. This makes me want to punch kittens. |
The right way. And, I swear, that's what the photo caption said. |
Plus, there is the character of Terry Steven Russell - TSR - who looks like the devil and is always in a rush and has never, in his life, heard the final beeps on the microwave.
True story: I set a bag of popcorn on fire in our microwave. FIRE. |
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The plot zips along and makes you want to read faster and also not want the story to end. Plus, there are enough twists and turns to make it fun on a re-read. Or re-re-re-read.
So. I'd obviously highly recommend this book. HIGHLY. I think everyone should read it. And also the website. Because really, what else are you going to do all day?
putting it in my queue!
ReplyDeleteYou will not be sorry!
ReplyDeleteOh my. I cannot let you in my bathroom. You will not approve of my wrongly folded towels, and then you will punch my cats. This can't end well.
ReplyDeleteAlone - Yes, I think it's best if I just stayed out of your bathroom. I don't want your cats to suffer needlessly. Or, you could refold your towels. It's best for everyone!
ReplyDeletethanks for the reco - will check out.
ReplyDeletemy boyfriend and i argue over if we are or aren't arguing.
and i have OCD, but it ends with folding towels in thirds. but now that i know this is the proper way, i might have to start folding my towels this way. great.
Simone - Oh, yeah. The "I'm not yelling. This is my voice." is a classic between me and the husband. I think, also, that you'll be surprised at what a positive difference folding towels in thirds will make in your life.
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