La Vie Boheme!

So, the following story is not actually a teaching story.  Rather, it is a story about a teacher: my husband, who, for various reasons, will be referred to as "The Butler".  This story takes place about...3 and a half minutes ago.

I was singing.  You may be asking, Why were you singing? Well, you see, for those of you who don't know me outside of my secret identity, I sing constantly.  I sing about what I am doing (i.e. a little ditty I like to call "Getting Dressed"), things I see (i.e. "Waaaaaamart"), random things (i.e. "Epic Ballad on Types of Sauce"), and I also make up parodies (i.e. "Butter Face", although I am pretty sure I got the tag line from Video on Trial, and then added the "She's got no legs or body").

Anyway, tonight I was not singing anything I invented.  I was singing the amazing track from Rent that goes, "500, 25 thousand, 600 minutes.  500, 25 thousand, moments so dear" etc.  Why was I singing this? Well, I had just heard a character on Moulin Rouge yell, "La Vie Boheme".  This reminded me of Rent because of the song "La Vie Boheme".

To back track, and to give The Butler credit, we were watching Moulin Rouge because the other night he took me to see the ballet version, which was awesome.  Thanks, love!

So, here I am singing.  The Butler scoffs, "I bet that isn't even the right calculation."

"Let's see," I respond and keep singing as I open the calculator on my laptop.

"Do 60 times..."

"I know how to calculate this..."

I punch in the numbers.  60 x 24 x 365.

I am a math wiz.

The answer comes up.

"Ha, I knew it wouldn't be right!"

"Um, it says 525, 600."

"Oh.  Right," The Butler blushes.

The point of this story is, ladies and gentlemen, my husband is a world renowned math teacher. He has a degree in astro-physics.  He cannot read six digit numbers. Unconventional? Yes. Non-traditional? Oui. What question does this lead us to? Is this bohemianism or is this bohemianism?

La Vie Boheme!