The Double B plays a game on his little electronic toy that builds cities. He "chats" back and forth with his online friends. If you're married to a nerd, you know the drill.
I don't mind this at all, because it's him, and it doesn't usually disrupt life, and plus I've always known if I ever said anything he'd compare it to my blog (all in fun, of course). The only real complaint I have is that he keeps asking me how to spell words. The first fifty requests were okay, but now it's getting a little old. Nobody likes spelling that much.
We just had the following conversation:
BB - How do you spell _____?
Me - I'm not going to tell you. You're just like Jim (awesome 'The Office' reference on my part, by the way.) where you think you're a sports writer in Philadelphia. And I didn't know you played the guitar!!! You need real friends! I'll only spell for real friends!
BB - (laughing, then thinking he's totally a genius) Oh yeah? Well, what's the difference between me playing this game and your blog? Huh?
Me - Totally different!
BB - No it's not! So HA!!! Take that, you Doubting... how does that saying go? You Doubting Mufasa?
Me - DOUBTING MUFASA?!?!
BB - Yeah, isn't that how the saying goes?
Me - I'm pretty sure what you're trying to say is Doubting THOMAS. Like in the BIBLE.
BB - No! Seriously! I think Doubting Mufasa is in a movie, or something!
Laughter and mocking ensue. On both sides.
That's my husband.
Post-script: In an effort to redeem himself, BB and I visited youtube, where he showed me that in 'Aladdin' (yes, he quotes 'Aladdin,' folks), right after the cave of wonders, the genie says "Alright, you Doubting Mustoffa." I don't know what it means. Mirriam-Webster's doesn't know what it means, either. But it is obviously middle-eastern. So I give him a point. I give myself ten points because he didn't SAY Mustoffa, he said MUFASA. Like Simba's Daddy.
And that is just funny.