I hate pocket nines - aka poker continues to be stoopid

A few weeks ago in AC I flopped a set of 9's against Billy's 5-9 straight.  On Saturday I did the same thing at the SHOP; Pops flopped a 5-9 straight and I fell in love with my set of nines.  Tonight at the Donkey Corral I found myself heads up with my dear husband arch poker nemesis who pushed all in for about $100.  I insta-called with my pocket jacks, knowing I was good.  He flips over 9c9s and starts chanting for his two outer to hit.  The flop and turn bring no worries, but E deals out the freaking nine on the river.  I get a $35 dollar rebate, ship it, come home, and do my homework.  Poker continues to be stupid.