Hubs is the Shadow Puppet Master?

I wrote a post here about what Hubs would like do with my Kindle. I love my Kindle. Love, Love, LOVE IT. It goes everywhere with me. The nail salon, the doctor's office, the beach, the pool, the Caribbean, to the in-laws in Maryland, up to my folks in New Jersey and it's even schlepped to and from work on a daily basis... Okay, you get the point.


It slips easily into my bag and I adore it. Right now, I'm carrying around 18 books in last seasons Coach Signature Ali bag. Coming from a total book whore, every loyal reader out there should own one. Don't let anyone tell you, "But won't you miss turning the pages?" Or "It's not the same. Not being able to hold that book in your hands." You're right. It isn't the same. It's better.


I'll admit, I get a little sad when I think about how I'm no longer contributing to that floor-to-ceiling library I know I will build in my house someday, but right now, I'm content with that.


Hubs loathes my Kindle, yet secretly wishes he had one of his own. Why doesn't he like it? Perhaps it is because I try to take it to bed with me every. single. night. Fast forward to Sunday nights circa 9:30pm:

Setting the Scene

Hubs has to be up to leave for the airport at 4:30am on Monday mornings. Every Monday morning, mind you. This means we're in bed by 9pm or 9:30pm at the latest. This little bookworm rarely tires before 10pm and therefore reads every night to not only make her sleepy, but to also put her racing mind at ease.

PS: She also can't read without her bedside lamp on.

Hubs: You know, there's a lamp in the office.

AP: What's wrong with this one? (30 seconds later)

Oh, you meant for me to go to the office, huh?

Hubs: [huffing and puffing] I can't sleep.

AP: Well, how about I use a flashlight?

(rigs up flashlight with elastic hair ties, the grace of God and the headboard)

(Five minutes pass)

Hubs: Wow, the shadow of your head is HUUUUUUGE! I can see all of your little whispy hairs.

(Two minutes pass)

AP: (starts hearing monkey noises.. "ooooh, oooh, aaaah, aaaah, aaaah!")

I flip over in bed and my husband is making the most perfect Gorilla shadow hand puppet I have ever seen in my entire life. That's actually a lie. I've never seen anyone make a shadow Gorilla hand puppet. Except my husband. And it's amazing.

At this point, not only am I hysterically laughing but we've woken the sleeping Sheepie who suddenly wants in on the action. Hubs quickly launches in quite a lengthy shadow hand puppet repertoire. He's pulling perfect facsimilies of eagles, bunny rabbits and dogs out from beneath the bed sheets! I'm laughing so hard the tears begin streaming down my face.

Needless to say, Hubs may or may not have hit the snooze button a few times before finally getting out of bed and getting ready for another very long, very tiring work week. So much for getting to sleep in a timely manner- but seeing my husband's boyish smile stretch from ear to ear as I laughed my little hiney off in bed was well worth the utter exhaustion the following morning!