Apparently this sitting outside and reading thing has become, well... a thing.
One night last week I was sitting outside after dinner, reading again, when my husband poked his head out of the window to see how I was doing. I held up my book and told him that it was still completely awesome, and that he should grab a book and come out and join me, but he said:
"I can't; I have to go upstairs and do a bit more for work."
"No!" I said. "No work! You're not allowed to do anything for work... um, I mean... only if it's fun!"
He laughed at me and I glared at him in mock-indignancy, "What??"
"I saw what you did there."
"What did I do?"
"You realized that you, too, were doing work, so you couldn't very well tell me not to..."
"I did nothing of the sort."
Yeah. Except I totally did.
In my defense, though, it was a really good teaching book that I was reading...