For context, I present to you some Wife Unit factoids:
- She is blonde
- She used to work for a major software company in Redmond, in which she helped pioneer several technical innovations
- She’s the house math whiz
So there I am, sitting next to the Wife Unit. We are in the process of exchanging snarky banter. Before the thinking part of my brain stops the other portion that dominates me, I reached behind her back, pulled an imaginary string and said “Math is hard!” in a teen girl voice.
Yes, I win the snark contest. That’s all I “won”, the icy Glare of Doom was definitely not a door prize.
What possesses me to do these things? I do not know. I feel so lucky. There is only one person on this planet who puts up with my crap, and I already found her!
By the why, if I go dark here and stop twittering, look for the lump in the backyard.