Sweet Revenge

I hate to throw my husband under the bus (or the skate wheels as the case may be), but there are two things we've done as a family recently. Both things he entered into under protest. First we were asked by some friends to go to family skate night at a local church. An inexpensive thing we can all do together and while he really didn't want to go, one quick stop at the Club Tap and he was on board.

After a while everyone was getting the hang on being on wheels and then came the "boys only" skate. My daughter and I sat along the wall and watched the boys circling the floor. She reached out her hand for her dad to give her five when he passed by. This is where the stop at the Club Tap might have bit him in the ass. He was channeling his youth and started to put on a show for his daughter doing a foot crossing dance move. Unfortunately it threw him off balance and he landed on his butt and slid the remaining two feet to his daughter's outstretched hand where he gained his composure, slapped her five, got back on his feet and proceeded to finish the song. Meanwhile, I too had to gain my composure. I don't remember the last time I laughed so hard.

He was a good sport and would soon get revenge on both of us during our next family event...Family Game Night. He fought this too but how can you refuse when you are handed an actual invitation that the whole troop of Brownies filled out at their last meeting?

So bring on the Apples to Apples. How bad can it be? Of course the person who wanted to play the least ended up absolutely crushing the rest of us. The whole time I'm seething inside because that's just how stupidly competitive I am but I can't show it because I'm trying keep my daughter from having a complete meltdown herself.

To my husband...congratulations on your win. To the leaders of Brownie Troop 1006...the best intentions. To my therapist...we've got some things to talk about.