New math
I was lying in the dark with my wife last night.
No, weren’t doing anything, you pervert. Just talking.
We were discussing the final hosting gig of Bob Barker on The Price is Right. (Which was very entertaining, for a Price is Right. Adam Sandler stopped by and read an Ode to Bob Barker. Ha.)
I turned my head and looked at my wife. “Can you imagine saying that your first date with your wife was to see Ella Fitzgerald? That is like me telling our kids that our first date was at the last concert of Elvis. It just doesn’t sound right.”
She paused and thought about it. “Well he is old. What year would have it been at his first date?”
“I don’t know. He is 84. His first date was at 17. Just have to do the math. What is 84 – 7?” (Because I do math in multiples of 10, so I run the odd stuff out first).
“80.” she replies.
“80? You sure about that? 84 – 7 is 80?”
She scratched her head. Kid you not.
My word, I love my wife.
I’ll mark it up to brain shrinkage from childbirth (which does happen), and lack of sleep. Lack of sleep has made me foggy enough to forget the silliest of things too.
Newborns will do that to ya.
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