May 9: He should know better

Victor and I were arguing this morning, as always, about incredibly important things. I said something about Istanbul, one of his parents’ stops on their recent vacation, and he said (like a know-it-all) that Istanbul used to be called Constantinople. I said, “Duh! I’ve heard the song!” and he looked at me like *I* was the idiot, and asked “What song?”

Then I could not rest or argue further until I’d found the song, just to prove to him that it existed. Because he didn’t believe me. Because he clearly thinks he married someone who knows nothing about music or anything else.

Sometimes he makes me so mad.

But now I’m doing a told-you-so dance RIGHT IN HIS FACE because I easily found the song and played it for him and he smiled just a little bit and then went back to what he was doing like it didn’t even matter a little bit that I was right and he was wrong.

For your listening pleasure, I present to you the song “Istanbul (Not Constantinople)” by They Might Be Giants. You are welcome.

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Edited to add: my told-you-so dance was not nearly as irritating to him as I’d hoped. Men are so weird and… um… focused.