Yesterday I taught a Spanish class in which one of the students happens to be my husband. We were doing a sentence completion exercise, and one of the other students asked me how to say “space travel”.
“Well ‘space’ is ‘espacio’,” I began.
“That sounds like a word you just made up,” interjected my husband (who, I feel compelled to point out, has attended all of six Spanish classes in his life as opposed to my (::cough::Master’s Degree in Spanish::cough), as he reached for his Spanish-English dictionary.
“So, what does the dictionary say,” I asked, with just a wee bit of testiness in my voice.
“Espacio,” he replied.
“Oh really? It says exactly what I just told you two seconds ago?” I taunted, feeling the sweet wave of vindication rush through me.
“Wow,” interjected one of the other students. “I’d love to see what arguments are like in the Ryan household.”
“Well, we have had to pull out the Almanac occasionally,” I said, in the tone of one who has just admitted to Bringing Out The Big Guns.
“I bet they Google everything and then one of them is like, ‘Hah, I can type faster than you so I win’,” continued the student, officially destroying for me any remaining vestiges of pride and vindication.
Ooh, man-the truth? Really does hurt.
Yes the truth does hurt… have you seen the Color Quiz I did? OUCH!
Did you just want to crawl under a desk? I always turn bright red and stammer after something like that! LOL! Or become very pissed.
Remind me to tell you about the time my husband and I were having family game night with the four year old. Chutes and Ladders trash talking to the degree that four yo announces that this is the game where nobody is allowed to say anything.
You are so funny! I would love to be a fly on the wall when you two get started!
Oh ha! That sounds so much like my household. The only difference is that my husband doesn’t do anything on the computer, so it’s up to me to Google whatever we’re arguing about.
You made me laugh, in sympathy. You two sound like my husband and I, but we usually manage to find subjects we either can’t prove or forget about by the time we get to a computer. . .
My friends all know me as the Google Queen. I love the Google. And I can’t just let something go…I have to Know The Answer.
Glad my partner and I aren’t the only ones that battle it out!!
Am I nuts for thinking that Google sounds like a great way to solve factual arguements?
Tee hee – why DOES this sound so familiar??? 😉
OK-so glad to know it’s not just the two of us who do crazy things like this! 😛
You are so funny!
Funny…neurotic…it’s a fine line! 😛
Remind me to tell you about the time my husband and I were having family game night with the four year old. Chutes and Ladders trash talking to the degree that four yo announces that this is the game where nobody is allowed to say anything.
Oh please oh PLEASE tell me that story!!
Did you just want to crawl under a desk?
I usually try and “bluff it out”. Doesn’t always work, unfortunately.
Am I nuts for thinking that Google sounds like a great way to solve factual arguements?
Not at all. But that assumes that you’re dealing with logical, rational people who upon seeing Google’s results won’t respond with something like, “Well clearly, THEY’RE WRONG!”