I am no St. George...

Just a quick little post today. The point? Extolling the virtues of the Wife, who, amazingly enough, has not found being referred to as a dragon-headed fun-sucker all that humorous. Since I do actually love the girl, and don't honestly believe her to be a dragon-headed fun-sucker, I've decided it is probably best for my future ability to not work to cease and desist in this practice. She is, after all, an amazing woman (have you ever seen a law school text? I might actually consider that cruise I talked about yesterday in lieu of reading one) and, at least in my eyes, a very good looking one. She's also competitive, and I think this is where I erred in referring to her as a dragon-headed fun-sucker. It's not that she's anti-gambling, it's more that she's anti-losing. To her, there's no point in playing if you don't win (I suspect this is why she doesn't understand the appeal of video games since more often than not the only loser is the computer) and God help you if you don't do everything to maximize your victory. Take, for example, a recent game of Scrabble between the two of us. I beat her. She was pissed. She wasn't pissed because she lost (well, maybe a little bit, but I think she begrudgingly recognized that it was hard to be too upset when that was my only victory in three or four tries), but because I had a chance to win by more and I didn't take it. I showed weakness, and that's a big no-no. Which means, dear readers, that I'm going to be in even more trouble for this post than I was for the ones in which she's called a dragon-headed fun-sucker. And yet, as of tomorrow, we will have been married for four years. Go figure.