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The funny men in my life include my father, my boyfriend and Stephen Colbert.
So a couple weeks ago my father calls me up in the middle of the day, which is strange in itself, to tell me two things: 1) the title of the new Harry Potter book (which I had already posted an lj entry about by that time) and 2) that he had just listened to an interview of Stephen Colbert in which our favorite bear-hater professed to be a devout Roman Catholic who taught his daughter's Sunday school class. My father has never even seen the Colbert Report (because he refuses to buy cable, which is a very silly choice if you ask me.)
When I told my boyfriend of the second point (he wouldn't even pretend to care about the first for my sake), he laughed and said this:
AG: (imitating Colbert) Now children we all know what would happen if Jesus and Muhammad got into a fight. Let's do a demonstration. I'll be Jesus. Who wants to be Muhammad?
So, I love my boyfriend. He drove me back to school in the snowstorm. He hates leaving me at school and he hates driving in storms. Most days, even when it's not snowing, he whines until my parents cave and take me back. But today he didn't complain at all. And he spent five hours at my house working on a puzzle for me (so I could prove to my mother that I had what it takes) while I laid on the couch and watched him/napped. Although we he didn't finish the puzzle, my mother was impressed with the progress we he did make. I hate puzzles.
And then I told him how much I appreciated all the things he did for me and he looked at me in astonishment. Of course I do all those things for you, he said, I love you, but I love you even more for noticing.
Never afraid of being too sweet, that one. A hopeless romantic. 'Swhy he loves Debussy so much. And I love him for it.
So a couple weeks ago my father calls me up in the middle of the day, which is strange in itself, to tell me two things: 1) the title of the new Harry Potter book (which I had already posted an lj entry about by that time) and 2) that he had just listened to an interview of Stephen Colbert in which our favorite bear-hater professed to be a devout Roman Catholic who taught his daughter's Sunday school class. My father has never even seen the Colbert Report (because he refuses to buy cable, which is a very silly choice if you ask me.)
When I told my boyfriend of the second point (he wouldn't even pretend to care about the first for my sake), he laughed and said this:
AG: (imitating Colbert) Now children we all know what would happen if Jesus and Muhammad got into a fight. Let's do a demonstration. I'll be Jesus. Who wants to be Muhammad?
So, I love my boyfriend. He drove me back to school in the snowstorm. He hates leaving me at school and he hates driving in storms. Most days, even when it's not snowing, he whines until my parents cave and take me back. But today he didn't complain at all. And he spent five hours at my house working on a puzzle for me (so I could prove to my mother that I had what it takes) while I laid on the couch and watched him/napped. Although we he didn't finish the puzzle, my mother was impressed with the progress we he did make. I hate puzzles.
And then I told him how much I appreciated all the things he did for me and he looked at me in astonishment. Of course I do all those things for you, he said, I love you, but I love you even more for noticing.
Never afraid of being too sweet, that one. A hopeless romantic. 'Swhy he loves Debussy so much. And I love him for it.