Wonderhubby was surfing the 'net. He does that a lot now that we have not-exactly-matching laptops (mine's a Mac, though, so it's better!!!!).
It's defensive surfing though. What the heck else is he going to do while I blog, Plurk or whip some butt at Word Twist?
Anyway, he likes to share what he finds. Occasionally he takes online news quizzes, and we share answers. It's quite preshus, really.
Which brings us to Saturday night. An evening of football playoffs and parallel play on the 'puters.
"Jenny McCarthy ..." he mused aloud. "Isn't that ... uh ... I can't think of his name. But isn't that ... oh yeah, Paul McCartney's wife -- the one who got all that money?"
"No, that's Heather Mills," I answered. "And anyway, her last name would have been McCartney, not McCarthy."
"Oh, right," he said, bypassing Ms. McCarthy and moving on to another page.
He looked up at me, quizzically. "I wonder if she's Charlie McCarthy's granddaughter ..."
All I could do was stare at him -- and then burst out laughing.
Wonderhubby looked a little sheepish.
"Except for he's a puppet, isn't he?"
After which I spoke the words he lives to hear:
"Oh man, I am SO blogging that."