Stupid Is Where Stupid Lives

Jay insisted that I officially note in my blog how stupid I am with directions. We were watching one of his murder shows and they showed a skyline. I was so impressed that I recognized a building from Dallas so I proudly declared, "Hey! That's Dallas!" He looked at me like the dumbass he thinks I am and said, "That is Charlotte. You know, we LIVED there???" Still feeling like he might be pulling my leg, I told him I saw the building that has the cool diamond shape at the top and wasn't that Dallas? He gave me The Look.....again....and said, "That was the building right next to MY building. Remember MY building???" I honestly don't. Here's why: I truly am stupid when it comes to geography, directions, or cities. I don't know which way is north. I don't recognize what city is on a show. Everytime we drive past downtown, I have to ask Jay which building is his. EVERY time. In EVERY city we've lived in. Including the one I grew up in. EVERY time. So because I love him and it's only fair that sometimes he gets his due, here's my noting it for him. I am a dumbass and wouldn't be able to find my own way out of a paper bag without his constantly perfect sense of direction.....which led him right to me, so really who's the dumbass now?