So, one day I was sitting on the bed watching TV and my beautiful wife walks in, glances at the overflowing bookshelf on her side of the bedroom and gets a thoughtful/perplexed look on her face. What’s important to know is that the bookcase in question was definitely NOT supposed to be overflowing with books.
When we moved into our new home after our fire, I’d agreed to finally give my wife the “big girl bedroom” that she’d wanted for years. For the last ten, our master bedroom had been a hot mess of wall-to-wall Late 20th Century Nerd style. I can admit now that it wasn’t pretty. Remember Mel Gibson’s apartment from Conspiracy Theory? Well, it was kinda like that on a hardcore nerd tip but without Mel’s roaches. And God love her, she never complained once.