Oh God. That means today is November 25. Exactly... one.... month.... *keels over*.
So, a local pub has been running a trivia night the past few months. Last month I couldn't make it, but the team my husband and friends were on actually won - they all got Sobey's gift cards (free ice cream, woo-hoo). Yesterday someone else couldn't make it so I went, even though I just found out my iron levels are scary low and my head has been aching all week and I'm so tired all the time I just want to cry. It was really fun, although we slipped from first place to third.
In every quiz, there's one word you have to spell. Tonight it was cantaloupe. I wrote it down, and three other people disagreed with me - they thought the second 'a' should be an 'e'. I was suddenly seized with self-doubt. Then I looked at my husband and he was looking at everyone else like they were insane. "Are you the least bit serious?" he said "There's NO WAY she's wrong."
We went with the others. I was totally right. We got the question wrong.
But man - sometimes he pisses me off, and sometimes he totally has my back. Which is nice, even when it's for the weirdest reasons.
I don't even like cantaloupe.