The Boyfriend loves to argue with me when he misspells or mispronounces words and names. I keep an updated record of his lexical faux pas.
At the April 6, 2011 Silicon Valley Caltech/MIT alumni mixer:
Boyfriend: Groupon and all the other discount sites have awesome deals. I check them out every day.
Several Caltech alumni: Yeah? Like what? Do they have booze deals?
Boyfriend: Totally. The other day I found this 50 percent off coupon for a vinter in San Francisco.
Later, at home:
Boyfriend: I already know what’s going to happen in that Hanna movie. Hanna’s going to kill Eric O’Bana and discover that Cate Blanchett is her mom.
Boyfriend: It’s Cate Blanchett, right?
Me: No, it’s not that.
Boyfriend: But it is Eric O’Bana.
Boyfriend: Tim O’Bana? Conor O’Bana?
Me: No. It’s Eric Bana.
Boyfriend: What? Why?
Me: Because that’s his name.
Boyfriend: It should be Eric O’Bana. Barack Obama isn’t Barack Bama. He’s Barack O’Bama.