My husband likes to make me scream...

...and not in the good way that you're thinking! No, there is nothing more hilarious to my husband than to hide in various places around the house so that I will scream when I see him. On some occasions, he will run and hide in a room that I'm heading to and it really is terrifying. To put this in perspective, imagine you're home alone and your imagination is running wild. It is so scary to think that there might be someone else in the house ready to jump out at you. Now try to imagine how scary it is to KNOW there is someone else in the house ready to jump out at you!

Picture this. You walk down the hallway to the bedroom, your heart is racing because you don't know if he'll jump out at you as soon as you open the door. You get up the courage to open the door and there's no one there. You walk into the en suite bathroom, your adrenalin is pumping, but there is no one there and the suspense is killing you. You turn around to go back to the bedroom and you see him, standing in the walk-in-robe ready to pounce.

You scream.

Yet my husband wonders why I'm so nervous and jumpy all the time!

The Great Teen Debate

So the real inspiration behind this blog came today. Now before I tell you this story, let me ask you a question. At what age does a person become a "teenager"? Really think about your answer. Do you have it?

If you answered "thirteen", you are RIGHT!

A friend on Facebook posted that his little girl was officially a teenager today as it was her thirteenth birthday. My husband replied that this wasn't the case, that a person becomes a teenager when they turn ten. His reason behind this is that we have the "20's", "30's", "40's", "50's", etc. and therefore that meant the decade of ten through to nineteen years of age is the "teens".

I don't think I really need to say much further on this blog, except that the word "teenager" is quite clearly used to describe someone between the ages of thirteen to nineteen when their age ends in "-teen".

My husband is wrong.

My first blog and a dubious "win" for me

I got married on the 10th of April to a man who I love dearly. He's a very clever man and he's also very talented at a wide range of activities. As a result of this, despite the title of this blog, he's right quite a lot of the time. It really is infuriating! He beats me at almost every activity, everything from tennis to playing pool. It's entirely frustrating to lose all the time, so I have invented increasingly sneaky tactics to try and beat him.

For instance, on our honeymoon we went to a maze. As a part of the "maze fun", you have to visit five poles in order then head to the "tower of Englightenment" (a tall cubbyhouse type structure that looks over the entire maze) before heading out. We agreed that it would be a race and to prove that we'd visited each pole in order, we would take a picture of each of them with our phones before heading out of the maze to win.

Shortly after entering the maze together we came to a crossroads. He went right, I went left...then I heard his shout of glee as he found the first pole. I knew right away that I would never beat him, so I did what any clever wife would do. I ran in the general direction of the exit and as soon as I was close enough, ducked under a wall blocking me from the "tower of Englightenment". I climbed the tower and took pictures of each of the poles with my camera from there, along with a photo of the tower, then headed to the exit nearby.

I win.