We don't need no stinkin' counselor...

Last night Mr. W and I were watching a re-run of Scrubs on the Comedy Channel. During one scene, a song from a long time ago was playing. “Here Comes My Baby.”
Me: Hey! I remember that song. I don’t remember who did it, though.
Mr. W: Cat Stevens.
Me: No! I don’t know who it was, but it wasn’t Cat Stevens.
Mr. W: Yes. It’s Cat Stevens.

I got up and walked over to the computer.

Mr. W: Looking it up?
Me: You betcha.

One thing I must confess. The Internet saved my marriage. We would hold on to these arguments, letting them build and grow, (IT WASN’T CAT STEVENS AND YOU DIDN’T TAKE THE GARBAGE OUT LIKE YOU SAID YOU WOULD ON JUNE 3, 1976!) until they morphed from a little deal to a big deal.

So, I’m at the computer.

Me: Damn!
Mr. W: Cat Stevens.
Me: Yes. But it was made famous by the Tremeloes. THAT’S the version I remember.
Mr. W: But it was Cat Stevens.
Me: Yes. It was Cat Stevens.
Mr. W: So I was…?
Me: Right. You were right.
Mr. W: And you were…?
Me: Smart enough to get on the internet before I was forced to remind you that you failed to fold the laundry, like you said you would, on October 17, 1983.