The Husband is notorious for trivial things. Ask BJ. He kicks butt in Trivial Pursuit. Of course, he's all shy and humble about it, insisting he's not smart, just knows a lot of useless bits of information. I don't think that's true at all. I think he's pretty smart. I often phone him at work because I can't remember the name of a movie star or some trivial bit of data. The conversation usually goes like this:
Me: What's the name of the guy in Such 'n Such?
TH: (often, without hesitating) Blah Blah.
Me: Thanks (click.)
You'll notice there's no preamble. No 'how are you'. No 'goodbye'.
Straight to the point. Just the facts, ma'am, just the facts.
It really is the perfect scenario since I get my answer and he gets to feel a little smug.
So the other day, the Girls at work were talking about cards, and tarot and what not and somehow the conversation evolved to Bond Girls. And we're all trying to remember the name of Jane Seymour's character. I knew it had something to do with cards themselves, but the actual name eluded me.
So who you gonna call? That's right. (insert Ghostbusters Theme Song here)
But he was busy and couldn't come to the phone. Crap! How am I supposed to concentrate on work now? But as the day went on, my mind started puzzling it out. Cards, cards, cards ... AH! Solitaire!!
Phew! Now I can sleep tonight.
At dinner, I mentioned to The Husband that I had called for a trivial question.
TH: "What about?" (always eager to show off!)
Me: "I was calling to find out what Jane Seymour's Bond Girl name was, but I already figured it out. It was diving me nuts because I knew it had to do with cards."
TH: "Crazy Eights?"
Me: (eyes rolling, giggling) "No!"
TH: "OH! I know!! Old Maid!"
My apologies to Jane Seymour, if you're reading this. The Husband really did think you were hot.