signs my wife is turning into a gamer
Last night we played Jambo again. Ordinarily, this wouldn't be anything notable -- I've improved my batting average so now it's equally likely either of us will win -- but this time, however, my lovely bride Mammamer was so invested in the game that the following things happened:
1) There was a significant amount of trash-talking before the game.
2) I got called a son of a bitch -- twice!
3) When I stole a ware from her that she needed, and promptly sold it: "I hate you so much right now."
4) "If you ever want to have sex again with anything other than your hand, don't do what you're about to do." (I went ahead and played the card anyway.)
5) Icy glares when I forced her to take a couple of worthless wares (they were even trinkets!) when all she wanted to do was clear out her stall.
6) When I successfully guarded against her crocodile card: "Dammit! I was planning on this working! Aaaaaaaa!"
And even after all this, she still won and shook my hand afterwards.
It is all as I have foreseen...
...well, maybe except for the whole not-getting-any thing.