Yesterday I ended up standing in line at a grocery store I don’t usually frequent because my usual store didn’t have my husband’s preferred ice cream. In addition to the usual tabloids and magazines teaching our children how to give their men better orgasms via provocative headlines, this grocery store actually stocked some news magazines in the check-out area and I ended up thumbing through the current issue of Time. It has an article on militia groups I thought interesting, so I tossed in the cart.
As an aside, I’ve seen a lot of articles about the fact oh noes, circulation of print magazines is down and, oh noes, the sky is falling. Considering I paid $4.95 for a magazine that had fewer pages than the Walmart Halloween flyer shoved inside the weekly newspaper, this doesn’t surprise me.
So anyway, last night after dinner, my husband and I went out on the porch to read. (We’re late eaters, so it was quickly heading toward dark.) I sat in my chair, opened the magazine and…couldn’t see it.
Apparently there’s still reading material out there that isn’t backlit. Who knew?
Him: What’s the matter?
Me: It’s too dark. I can’t read it.
Him: Move your chair under the light.
Me: I like my chair here. This is my spot. If I had an iPad, I could read this in my chair.
Him: Or we could keep the $500 and you could move your chair closer to the light.
Me: I’m not moving my chair.
Him: You’re not buying an iPad, either.
Me: Fine. I’m going to play Angry Birds, instead, and pretend you’re the smug little pigs I get to blow up.
Him: I heard that game’s a lot better on the iPad. Too bad you don’t have one.
He thinks he’s pretty funny, but just wait until he finishes the book he’s reading on the nook and brings it to me to restock with reading material.