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My Nigerian Husband, Cheryl Strayed & I. Again.

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Me: Sweetie, how’s your first trip to Canada?

O: It’s great! My only regret is that I forgot to pack WILD.

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Me: Are you kidding me? Didn’t we just have a talk about not taking books off my nightstand, WILD in particular?

O: But I didn’t take it.

Me: But you planned to.

O: But I didn’t.

Me: Not because of The Rule! Just because you’re absent-minded. Which is why you would’ve left it in Toronto. With all my marks and annotations inside. When I have to teach it!

O: I don’t understand why you’re so agitated. You’re the one who asked how Canada was!

Me: Oh. My. God.

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My Nigerian Husband Has Advice for Dear Sugar

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O: Honorable Punkin! I’m very sleepy. I was up late reading WILD.

Me: Wow, didn’t expect that. Um, remember our agreement about not taking books off my nightstand? I’m freaking out, looking for a book I have to teach, and it’s in your car…or in the liquor cabinet…or wherever you wandered to.

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O: But I had to find out what happened to the lady’s mother.

Me: She dies. It’s on the back cover.

O: Not the details. Like the outline of the male nurse’s penis through his pants! Ha, her writing is very cinematic! She should consider making the stuff into a movie.

Me: Uh, someone kinda did. It’s kinda huge. It got nominated for an Oscar.

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O: WILD is a movie?! Wow, so they took my advice!

Me: Yes. That is exactly what happened.