Helping Myself Lose . . .

November 4, 2006

. . . or helping my husband win, depending on how you look at it.

I decided to teach Adam cribbage this weekend (which of course meant calling home for rules since I had forgotten myself). We like playing games and cribbage is a good one for two people, so I thought it would be fun. The trick to cribbage (in my opinion), however, is seeing the various combinations in your hand that can get you points. As it turns out, Adam fairly well stinks at this. At first I chalked it up to him being new at looking for it and I helped him by pointing out all the points he was missing. But, as we reached our third game, he was still missing loads of points. The nice wife that I am, I point them all out to him. But every time I do, he ends up winning the game (barely). He does his little happy dance while I point out that without my help he never would have won. Somehow he doesn’t seem to think that makes me the winner. Very frustrating. I don’t think I like cribbage etiquette.

Posted in life, marriage by Sarah