Being a kid

My husband loves video games.  But not new video games.  He loves the old school, grey Nintendo.  Over the past 3 years, I can't tell you how many Tetris Parties we have hosted.  If you don't know what its like to play Tetris 2 with Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker as a soundtrack, you must find a way to experience it. 

Recently, though, we've been blowing through Crash Bandicoot 2 on the barely less old school PlayStation.  Over the last week or so, our video game adventures have been our quality time.  And frankly, I've really enjoyed it.  On most levels, I suck pretty bad.  But, on two final worlds, I have been the one to pass us through.  How's that for teamwork?

When he brought the game out last weekend, I was almost instantly captivated.  I remember seeing the commercials for Crash and wishing so badly that someone I knew had the game.  Really, who can forget the clever, transparent blue Crash floating into oblivion with his angel wings when you kill him? 

Would you believe that Crash would fulfill a dream for both me and my husband?  After he laughed at my disclosure of my intense desire to play this particular game all the way into high school, he then admitted that he too had wished for someone to play it with him.  Now, years later, we both got our wish!  

The Husband's Business

I spell and my husband does math. I'm administrative and he's, well, not. I fly by the seat of my pants and he has ever present urges to plan down to the last, itty bitty detail.

Needless to say, I'm helping him restructure his business. I won't lie, we usually fight during these brainstorming events. We like to do things so differently, it's a miracle we decided on the same day to get married!

Oh well, he does help me every time I need some muscle to get me set up and torn down for an event. He also gives input when I ask if a new design is sell-able.

I guess I should probably suck up my "I'm right - all the time" attitude and help him structure his business the way he wants to do it. Sigh.