One of the saddest parts of not having a functional tub is not being able to read in it every night!

I dislike tubs, unless they have jets and are deep enough to submerge to the neck. *Those* tubs are great. We stayed at a B&B once that had a old clawfoot tub, a relic, that was deep and wide and probably weighed half a ton, because the cast iron held the heat like whoa. That was the only non-hot tub tub experience I've liked. I'd love to try Japanese baths. Otherwise, the tub experience of music and candles and book...nah. Dry and snuggled on the sofa or in bed, reading by candlelight is better. And non-pruny!

I was so the surly, unfriendly, what's-wrong-with-her kid in a corner at family get-togethers. I listened hard trying to learn what they all were talking about, so I could possibly mimic them--but it made no sense! None of them were talking about anything in particular, and the conversations were non-linear! Chaos and upheaval and I'll just be in the corner with a book.

I was frequently forbidden from bringing books to family gatherings. My mother (the extrovert) was under the impression that without a book i'd actually talk to all the relatives instead of sitting in the corner reading. Boy was she wrong, I just had to find less interesting things to read at the destination.

This was so me.

Phone books can be surprisingly interesting reading. I was fascinated by the variant of names and the large clusters of similar names in areas. The business section often had amusing ads, and the general information section had fun information.

Surprising how any people were offended to realize I'd rather read the phone book than listen to Great Aunt Whozit discuss her gastric issues.

I'm not feeling very Christmassy either, but Mal's way into it, and the DH is playing Christmas music nonstop. Mal's favorite carol at the moment is "We Three Kings," about which he just said, "Wow, those Christians sure make good Christmas music!"

I'm not all that into Christmas, but I'm mixing a Christmas show at the moment so I'm kinda stuck with it.

Most WTF comment of the day, pretty mild considering: I was telling Grandpa about D, and mentioned that he was kind of Jewish. He said," Well, he is or he isn't" and then he said, "He's gotta be Jewish or a Cracker." As far as I can parse that, I guess Jews aren't really white, but they're better than the other options? I wonder if that's what he said to my mon when she got engaged to my dad.

If I make it out of here without hearing him say the n word I will consider myself lucky.

On a happier note, when I opened the door to my cousin she was wearing the Van Gogh exploding TARDIS shirt; I was wearing my Doctor Hoo shirt. We went off and had hot beverages and donut muffins.

Now Grandpa is watching a preacher and reading the Bible, so I think I'll be disappearing into a book.

eta VICTORY! I asked him to play more old timey music for me. The Mills Brothers.

Mad skillz from under-cover reading as a child?

My most embarrassing youth reading moment was in high school when the bell rang for class change and everyone got up and left the room and I never noticed. The elderly teacher (who was my mom's poetry coach in HS), really hated having to let me know that I needed to close my book and move it before the next class came in.

We always brought books with us when we went out the door to visit anywhere. Both my parents were big readers and didn't think it odd that we would like to read when we got to where we were going.

I'm going to create a support group for Partners of the Mule-Headed. My stubborn and overly nonchalant boyfriend just rode his bike. Two weeks out from ankle surgery, still in a cast. I can't even. Headdesk is not strong enough. More like ::headanvil::.

a support group for Partners of the Mule-Headed

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