I have most definitely reached that stage of pregnancy where my brain has taken it's leave of my body. Pregnant women should NOT under any circumstances try to calculate simple math in their heads if they want to seem reasonably intelligent. Nor should they try to figure out vanity license plates without help, but that's a whole 'nother story.
So, I'm sitting at home with the BWB watching a Miller Lite commercial where they blatantly misused the Less/Fewer thing--one of my BIG pet peeves. They claimed that Miller light had 1/3 less carbs than something else. Carbs is plural, it's FEWER people! But, thinking that ad execs and others must have checked this out so I pondered how I might be wrong. To say 1/3 less is fine if we're say talking about fat, so maybe they aren't thinking of carbs as plural but as a single entity. So, this somehow leads me to try and figure out what one third of 2 is. Don't ask me how or why, just keep reading. So, I must have looked perplexed because my math major husband is grinning at my inability to do fractions. First I'm subtracting 1/3 from 6/3's to get 1 2/3's, but this wasn't right. Then I switch to decimals, .33 from two, um--BWB is laughing his ass of at this point, and I'm feeling oh about as smart as a roly-poly (though curling up in a ball to protect myself was awfully tempting). He finally puts it in an equation for me, and I'm still sitting ready to break out my calculator and plug in some logarithms and square roots to get the answer. Finally, my brain must have temporarily returned from it's sabbatical to say "hey dumbass, you freakin' multiply 2/1 by 1/3 (2/3), then subtract 2/3 from 2 and you get 1 1/3. Moron."
Moral: Pregnancy + Simple Calculations = Many laughs for the newly celibate BWB