Marriage is all about competition.
Even
meaningless tasks can become a contest of wills. Last night at dinner,
we actually raced to the end of a bowl of mashed potatoes - with first
prize being the last few bites of the ice cream in the freezer.
I won.
Laaaaaaaaaaaaaadies.
But then we sat down to watch Jeopardy. I knew I was
the underdog going into this match, as my wife is more cultured, she's
bilingual and can read faster than me (you'd be surprised how big of an
advantage this is in Jeopardy. I bet Ken Jennings was the same guy from
those speed-reading infomercials from the 90's).
What I
did not expect was to be completely humiliated to the tune of 15 to 6.
FIFTEEN TO SIX. She practically tripled my score. I could have played
Watson and it would have been closer.
So to celebrate, she jumped up and started singing "Time of my Life" from Dirty Dancing.
Then she tripped, fell down and stubbed her toe.
While still singing.
If ever there was effective trash
talk, dominating someone in a game of intelligence, while looking so
completely inept has to be it.
6 comments:
No idea why the spacing is all screwed up, Blogger is being a big stupid jerkface. Just pretend like I did that to add drama.
this is hysterical. absolutely hysterical and I can see her doing all of that.
crying. laughing. rinse. repeat.
even though i dont get jeopardy, one day i aspire to have a game show competition (maybe family fued is more my speed) with my husband, this was totally cute!
blogger probably just wanted to get in on the whole competition thing.
Blogger is now singing time of my life.
Love the competitions, ours have become exceedingly more bizarre.
I'm the Jeopardy champeen in my marriage.
Virtual *high five* to your wife from one bilingual, speed reader to another.
Beating your husband at Jeopardy is worth more than a few measly bites of ice cream.
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