Harry Potter Ruined my Marriage

This weekend was one long adulation to Harry Potter. It is amazing how one character can take over a family — and a fictional character at that.

This weekend saw the movie, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, burst forth in the movie theater. Another 3-4 hours gone from the precious weekend paying for tickets and popcorn at full price just for being able to see the wizard in action.

So entranced was my wife and stepson over the movie that three hours later, the new book is purchased at the grocery store instead of waiting for the free shipping time from Amazon simply because the store manager was smart enough to buy some copies and put them out by the checkout hoping to snare a few impulse purchases. He snared more than us, based upon what I heard.

Then for the rest of the night, my wife is buried in the book, laughing at different times, sighing at times, and keeping us all in suspense by not telling us a thing.

As I type this, I am waiting for a ferry to take all of us to the other side of Puget Sound. My stepson is playing in the back seat, my wife is continuing to read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows, and I’ve resorted to taking out my work computer to compose this post because there is nothing else for me to do.

That Potter has ruined my marriage.

It was the best Harry Potter movie — by far — of the series.

And I can’t wait to read the book.