Rod Stewart, a spider web in the face, and other arguments

Aaron and I have a saying/comparison we often use: "That's like a spider web in the face." This all started a while ago when we both figured out (after years together) that we are of the same opinion regarding one of the very worst things that can happen to a person.

Are you ready?

In our opinion among the worst is getting a spider web in the face. I know y'all know exactly what I'm talking about. It happens when you walk between two objects, like a tree and your car (usually first thing in the morning). You see, overnight a spider has worked its ass off building that invisible string; bridging the gap between the two objects. Then you come along, like a big dummy, blindly walking right through it getting the spider string across your face and neck.

And then you're not the same for the rest of the day.

The original conversation, in which we made this mutual discovery, went something like this:

Aaron: "How was your day?"
Jessi: "Eh, completely uneventful, except I got a spider web in the face."
A: "Huh?"
J: "I walked between your truck and my favorite tree and I got that stupid spider string across my face!"
A: "OH! I know what you mean. I hate that. It happens to me all the time when I ride my mountain bike in the woods. Spider strings are everywhere. That is the worst!"
J: "Isn't it?!"

Anyway...

I am super competitive. It's bad. I become a (playful/obnoxious) monster whenever I get the "game on" signal or, if I think I'm right.

Below, I've supplied some evidence:

This particular conversation happened a couple of years ago and we still talk about it often.

Aaron: (quoting the lyrics of a Rod Stewart song, but using an English accent.)
Jessi: "Why are you all English?"
A: "Rod Stewart is English."
J: "No he's not!"
A: "Yes he is."
J: "Um, no."
A:"Well, (in disbelief) where do you think he's from?"
J: (with a tone of absolute certainty) "Um, California."
A: "When we get home, we'll google it."
J: "Oh, yes we will!"

Okay, so it turns out Rod Stewart IS English! Did you know this? Dang. That's a spider web in the face if I've ever seen one!

Then, just a couple of days before I gave birth I told Aaron I needed him to get the purple storage bin out of the closet because I wanted to put a few gift bags in it (we store tissue paper and gift wrap/bags in this Tupperware.)

A: "It's not in the closet."
J: "Yes it is."
A: "No, it's not. I just cleaned that closet out."
J: "Yes, and I watched you slide it waaayyyyyy in the back corner. It's there."
A: "No, it's not."
J: "Okay, Aaron. It's not. It's gone. Lost forever."

So, I left the gift bags on my dresser for a few days because the Tupperware was M.I.A. Then, one night, I noticed they were gone and I panicked (I hoard gift bags and wrapping paper.)

J: (Slight worry in my tone) "Hey, where'd you put those gift bags?" (Hoping he didn't throw them away.)
A: "In the purple thing."
J: (Sigh of relief followed immediately by suspicion) "And where was it?"
A: (sheepishly) "In the back of the closet."
J: (grinning) "HA! I told you!" (then I strutted off like what I thought looked like a proud rooster.)
A: (playfully and laughing) You know, Babe, gloating about being right then waddling off massively pregnant isn't very effective to prove a point."
J: "Yeah, well.... Rod Stewart is English, you know!"