Living Happily Ever After in Geekdom

My husband has many of his own geeky traits, but I am continuously surprised that he doesn't blink an eye at any of mine. For example, when he comes home after a long day at work to find me rocking a baby in the rocking chair, he asks, "What have you been up to?"

"Rocking the baby and singing through the Oxford Book of Christmas Carols."

"Mnn. I haven't ever done that, myself," he replies, and doesn't even seem surprised that his wife is widdling away her waking hours sight singing obscure Christmas carols (there are some real gems in that book, by the way). He isn't even taken back by the fact that few people actually own a copy of the Oxford Book of Christmas Carols and fewer yet probably use the material as lullabies for their newborns.

My husband doesn't complain that we don't have a television (although he watches a lot of movies on his computer). He laughs with me at the few commercials we do see when we are out and about, which are completely hilarious in a multitude of ways to people who are not exposed to commercials on a regular basis.

He likes my hair even though its style is classic librarian: completely unstyled and thin, rather mouselike in all respects.

He encourages me to publish my own cookbook: Cooking Bland with Rachel: a Life without Seasoning.

He takes me on dates to Barnes and Nobles, where we stay for seven hours, reading books and laughing at "psuedointellectuals," people who converse at length trying to sound that they are well-read, knowledgeable people.

All in all, I think I am lucky to have him.