"Do you remember that blogger that I talk about all the time?"
"The one who took the picture of the dog that's not mine but is still my desktop picture at work?"
"Right. She's the one who wrote that post about Chuck that you made me read because you laughed so hard that Coke came out of your nose."
"Correct. That one. She wrote a book."
"Is that what you're reading?"
"Ummmm Hmmmm. Check it out. Look at the first page."
"To Emily, Much Love, Heather B. Armstrong... No shit? That's awesome! Where did you get this?"
"From the most awesome cousin in the whole wide world."
"Wow. That really is awesome. What a perfect gift. This is the sort of thing that I would do if I was a good boyfriend, right?"
"Maybe I should call her for lessons."
"Um, I don't think even SHE is that patient..."
(All facetiousness aside, thanks a lot, cuz. I'm nowhere near done, but so far the boy and I have gotten endless laughs out of certain passages, and she's convinced me 110% that I don't need to ever be pregnant. Ever.)