Allow me to share my husband's sense of humour:
Reading. It's what you're doing right now. And this here, you're still doing it. What's this next word. Right, reading. Good job, keep up the good work.
Is it any wonder I'm as strange as I am??
As I'm not in the middle of reading anything at the moment, I thought I'd talk about reading as a writer. Damn but it takes a lot of wind our of your reading sails. I used to read for enjoyment, for escape. Now I get about ten pages in and I'm critiquing the opening scene, the characters, the font even! Often, as I read on, somewhere around page 100 (later in some books) I stop editing and editorializing and final engross in the story. Then it's enjoyable. If you look at my GoodReads reviews, especially under my real name, you'll see that I have a lot of criticism, but I usually got to the good part and can praise the author on that.
Reading, it's what's for bedtime.
(I can't pin that one on hubs...)