Me, to FavoriteSon: “It’s the World Series. You and your dad are supposed to keep me up to date on sports so I don’t look like a rube. I know about March Madness, I know the Superbowl is in February, I know the NBA playoffs are…
FavoriteSon, Interrupting: “Not happening this year.”
Later . . .
Me, to FirstHusband: “It’s the World Series. You and your son are supposed to keep me up to date on sports so I don’t look like a rube.
FirstHusband: “You know who Reggie Jackson is?”
Me: “yeh.”
FirstHusband: “Do you know what his nickname was?”
Me: “no.”
FirstHusband: “Mr. October – because he always played so great in October. That’s how I remember when the World Series is.”
Me: “Your memory trick has a dependent task.”
FirstHusband: “It’s easy.”
Me: “For you. You already know that Reggie Jackson’s nickname is Mr. October. I have to remember that before I will remember that the World Series is in October.”
FirstHusband: (sigh)
Me: “what?”
I live in a home with a NASCAR fan. NASCAR goes from February (a few weeks after the Super Bowl) until November. I get two short months without my husband “watching NASCAR”, which means he’s asleep on the couch holding the remote. 😛
Ha ha, I haven’t heard “rube” in ages. Putting it in my repertoire. In return I give you “hayseed” and “doofus”.