Something To Be Proud Of

I love Jeopardy, and I have since I was a little child. Partly because I have some weird, disturbing crush on Alex Tribec. But honestly I have the same type of crush on Bob Barker. The way he said, "Please Spray and Neuter Your Pets," was just dreamy.

As a child my father rattled off answers to Jeopardy like no one's business, and I believed he was the smartest man in the universe. As little girls are ought to believe about their daddies. But as I got older I realized although my father is a very smart man, I got some smarts too.

Since last summer, Adam and I have turned every episode of Jeopardy into a mini-competition. Mentally tallying who is ahead with every question, the winner getting to be completely smug and a pain in the ass for the rest of the day. Since everyone knows the key to a healthy relationship is making sure you know exactly who is better at everything at any given time.

As a rule, I have to be able to read the question to answer it correctly, and I never even bother trying to put it into question form. That is way too much work. Adam is always telling me that because I don't word my answer in question form that it doesn’t count. So I just turn to him and tell him to, "Suck It!"

The other day I was noticeably lagging behind. None of the categories were geared towards me. And I knew Adam had won this one, until one of the last questions, "A popular type of donut that is filled with cream.” "An Éclair," I screamed. And I was correct. Adam looked at me and said, "Good Job Honey." And I replied, "I may not know my French politics, I may not know Economics, but I know my donuts." And that is something to be proud of.