In case you’ve been out of the planet, you know that the final book in the Potter saga is to be released at midnite tonite.
My wife will probably be at the store at midnite to pick up a copy, if not, certainly she’ll be there by dawn tomorrow. Then, naturally, she’ll want to read it.
This is not in any way a bad thing, it just means she’ll like a day or two of quiet time, so I’ll be left entertaining the kids in my own (unremarkable) way, and they’ll be all “why can’t we go bother mommy?” for a time.
And sadly, it isn’t the kind of thing that will make my wife want to fuck like bunnies, unlike Pitt / Jolie movies.
Is “Petrificus Totalus” like Viagra?