It seems like I’ve been posting a lot about my husband lately. Truth be told, its because he’s easy to write about and I’ve had a freakishly busy few days. Plus, I find him completely fascinating.

I was watching one of those trendy home-remodeling shows recently. It involved a quiz about your spouse. One question that grabbed my attention was: “If your spouse had a choice among these states for a long weekend-getaway, which would she choose. Florida, Nevada, or California?” I immediately decided I’d like to go to California. My dear sweet always-right husband wandered through the room, so I sprung the question on him. He looked at me, smiled, and left me completely speechless by saying … (yeah, I’m gonna make you click for it) …

“Well, we visit Florida when we visit relatives and you’d dismiss Nevada because its basically a big desert, so you’d say California. But, you’d really want to go to Nevada.”

I announced firmly that he knew very well I’m not a big fan of deserts. I just KNEW he was wrong. How was it possible I could be wrong about where I’d like to go? No way!

He gently pointed out that the question was about “states”, so he deduced that I wouldn’t consider the specific destination “city”. Thus, I’d forget about Las Vegas being in Nevada. He knew I’d love the great hotels and restaurants, even though I don’t gamble.

I don’t know what shocked me more, that I was wrong or that he was right. Its very interesting being married to him.