Ahhhhh Pillow Talk

I get obsessed with stupid stuff sometimes. Something that was on my mind when I went to bed last night was spelling. In a blog comment I wrote light instead of lite. Now I know it's stupid to obsess over stuff like that, I mean really, who gives a shit? But I think coming from a family of extreme overachievers who are totally preoccupied with being smart and being right...you can maybe understand why my mind couldn't let it go. So, my husband, Mr. sensitive will not play into my obsessing because he knows there is NO WAY out when you get into that maze of my psychosis. Here's our "goodnight" banter:

Me: I misspelled lite in that comment I made. I wrote l-i-g-h-t instead of l-i-t-e. I'm an idiot.
Him: Yeah, you'll be known as Dumb Girl. That's okay, you're pretty.
Me: Thanks, you're an asshole! That's okay because you're funny.
Him: Hee, hee goodnight.
Me: Goodnight, Ass!

He refuses to play into my psychosis. He knows that if he said, "Honey, you're not an idiot. You're smart and it was just a silly mistake, don't worry about it." He would still be awake listening to, "I AM an idiot! You're just saying that because you have to. Remember the time I..." and then he'd have to hear about one of the million times I've done something stupid, said the wrong thing or screwed up in some inconsequential way. Poor bastard!