The Fellowship of the Ring

The other night, The Nerd woke me up somewhere between 2 and 4 a.m.

“Arena!” he exclaimed, nudging my shoulder.

“Mmm?” I mumbled incoherently.

“I don’t want to forget this,” he said.

“Foget wha?”The dream I just had,” he replied.

“Wha happen?” I said, still half-asleep.

“We were at A&M,” he said, “and someone asked you why you where there.

You told them, ‘I’m a member of the Fellowship.’

‘What fellowship?’ they asked.

‘The Fellowship of the Ring,’ you said.”

At this point, I realized that my extremely nerdy husband had just awakened me in the middle of the night to tell me a Lord of Rings joke.

Of course, A&M has its own version of the One Ring.

You know, when I start to doubt my assertion that I married the biggest Nerd on the planet, he always sets me straight.

I did, in fact, marry the biggest Nerd on the planet.

 

The Nerd once dreamed I joined a quest with two pairs of hobbits, an elf, a dwarf, a wizard and a Ranger. Yeah, right. This isn’t The Lord of the Rings.