I looked up one day and saw that it was up to me…

It finally happened.

After almost fourteen years of marriage, I beat her. And no, not with a stick. I beat her in a game of skill! See, normally I’m a very good winner. I actually often feel bad when I win at anything because I know the other person feels bad for losing. But not this time. No sirree-bob. I beat her!

Let me explain about my wife. She’s very competitive. And when she wins, which up until now has been always, she gloats like there’s no tomorrow. She does little dances, which admittedly are rather sexy in an ‘I just got my ass kicked, but she sure does wiggle good.‘ sort of way. I’ve grown accustomed to this, and in fact find her little gloating dances endearing. But, there was no dancing last night. I BEAT her!

Now, I know what you’re thinking. “Maybe, after almost fourteen years, Mario, she let you win out of pity.” Wrong, Mr./Ms. I-Think-I-Know-So-Much! As I explained earlier, she is highly competitive. It is, in fact, not in her nature to throw a game. I think she is missing that gene or something. Nope, all our married lives she has been the Mr. Miyagi to my Daniel-san. ‘Wax on, wax off.‘ Educate and instruct through superior firepower and pain, and also sexy gloating dances. But, as has been said, I BEAT her!

We played backgammon last night, as we often do when the two of us are sleepless. Due to a certain smoking cessation drug we’re taking, we’ve been sleepless a lot lately. But hey! We should be smoke free in about two weeks. But I digress. I won! And not only did I win, but I won good! She didn’t get a single stone off the board!

Excuse me while I do my butt-dance-of-victory!

Ahem!