Risky Business

So it finally happened. On Tuesday evening Nate and I were sitting on the couch. I was chattering, then I stopped. We sat there. We had nothing to do! I think that for the first time since we got married we had no errands to run, no place to go, no one to hang out with except for ourselves.

To preoccupy a bit of our time we drove over to a Rec Center to check it out. It had a large swimming pool, which I was interested in. We got the tour and a couple of guest passes to use the facilities for free at a later date.

We drove home.

Hmmmmm....

Then (bum bum bum baaaaa) Nate decides that we should play Risk. AHHHHHHH!!! In my humble opinion, Risk is one of the world's most terrible board games. You put these little army pieces on countries, and by rolling three/two/or one die, you decide whether you "win" battles and take over the world. Muahhhh! Nate loves this game. I have never actually played until Tuesday evening.

I took over North America and South America. Nate took over Australia and Asia. I cut a path through Asia and took Australia back from Nate. All the while complaining miserably about myself being subject to this hideous game. Finally at 10:30 we decided to stop playing.

Nate looked miserable himself, mostly because I had done nothing but complain the entire game. I felt horrible. I apologized profusely.

Am I wrong for not wanting to play this game? I suppose that Nate doesn't like all of the games that I like. But Risk is so much like grating fingernails across a chalkboard for me. I hate games of strategy and chance. Why should I be subject to the roll of the dice? I would rather play Scrabble.

Well, in the end I decided that next time we play (which hopefully will be next winter?), I will play without complaint. I'll suck it up because I love him, and I don't like it when he frowns like a little puppy with no one to play with. Maybe next time we play I will take over the world!!!