She's a Geek Like Me, Part Deux
Overheard this morning:

Woof: How many seconds are there in 90 years?
Fox: That depends on when it starts.
Woof: ...?
Fox: How many leap-years? And does it include the century year that is not a leap-year?
Woof: Use 365 and a quarter days per year, and it will be a close enough approximation.
Fox: It overloads this calculator. Hang on a second...
(Out come pencil and paper.)
Fox: Eighty-six thousand four hundred seconds per day...
Fox: Thirty-one million, five hundred fifty-seven thousand six hundred seconds per year...
Fox: Two billion, eight hundred forty million, one hundred eighty-four thousand seconds in 90 years.
Woof: Thank you.
Fox: Why do you ask?
Woof (singing): My grandfather's clock was too tall for the shelf, so it stood 90 years on the floor.

She did not attempt to murder me. In fact, she smiled. We spent the next five minutes going about our morning routines, singing "My Grandfather's Clock" to each other.

Do you see why I love this woman?