The other night, Ben told me about something he had done for “several weeks”. Further into our conversation, he clarified, “And by several weeks, you know that I mean about three, right?”
“What?!” I didn’t get it… “Several means seven!” I emphasized the first syllable of each word, spraying him with my v’s.
What followed was our respective insistencies. We were both right, of course, until Ben decided only I was right so we could go to sleep.
The next day, we polled friends… some said it means a few, some said it means seven. We found out that Emily thought a dozen meant six and were able to correct that misconception confidently and quickly.
Ben googled it. He wasn’t satisfied with the definitions he found because he wanted to give me a chance, so then he googled: “Does several mean seven?”
Apparently there’s ongoing debate among the two camps. Of course, Ben’s in one and I’m in the other. I think he’s right but I’m stubborn so I’ll keep telling him it means seven for the rest of our lives.
And there you have it. A snapshot of our marriage.