I finally read Boonville by Robert Mailer Anderson this weekend. I didn’t love it but I liked it a lot. It’s very much what I like to call “a boy book” — and that refers to the writing style not the actual story. The story is funny with lots of nutty, hilarious characters but sometimes I found myself drifting and by the end I was glad it was over.
I’ve figured out why the bed looks funny. Bob told me he spilled something on the comforter cover and had to wash it — then he put the comforter back on sideways. He thinks I’m too picky about how we do things around here and while that may be true, I don’t think putting the comforter in the cover the right way qualifies as “picky.”