I dragged Kyle into the bookstore the other day to "get books for our bookshelf". We have a bookshelf in our living room that I've recently gained the opportunity to re-decorate. And when I say "recently gained the opportunity", I mean "one of my plants died and it's thrown the entire shelf out of whack and now I have all of this space to fill where my dead plant used to be." I guess if you gain nothing else from this post - there's a lesson in what happens when you don't water your plants. "What kind of books are you looking for?" he asked as we walked into Barnes & Noble. The answer was "ones with a cute cover", but I knew that answer would make him question why he agreed to move in with me in the first place- so instead I responded "Uh... just like, coffee table ...