“Thereby hangs a tale.”
– William Shakespeare
Long ago, when J. was still a bachelor (side note, we’ve been officially together for two years now…weird) he lived with Scotticus, Cakes, Bear, Jaime, and Jazz. They’re still very much around in our lives. I affectionately refer to them as the Other Women when J. goes off to play basketball, get hamburgers, and generally boy about.
One of my favorite memories of Jazz was one day hanging out at their flat. I had glanced around and discovered that they had made a home entertainment system supported almost entirely by books. I was remarking on a tome of Shakespeare upholding a television speaker when Jazz explained the reasoning.
“Girls will come over, see all these thick books everywhere, and think we’re all really intellectual.”
“Not if you’re using them as furniture, dear,” I replied laughingly.
However, while making a V-day present craft for Marie (sidenote the second: Marie, beloved, would you send me a picture so I can brag shamelessly about it?) I noticed that the canvas had bowed annoyingly in the middle. And the only thing I could think of that would be heavy enough to fix it, were Shakespeare and a dictionary.
Apologies, Jazz. I now suspect you of secret genius.
Small Dog Syndrome 
I absolutely love this blog. You’re an amazing writer and have an awesome sense of humor. I’m going to add this to my blogroll, definitely. You know, as long as that’s okay with you. 🙂
Absolutely! Thank you!
Very nice. Like I said, I didn’t agree with the logic except that most people wouldn’t bother thinking it through. They see Shakespeare and think smart, even if it is basically used as furniture. Of course that only goes for impressing the ignorant one’s…