Picture a Day-Day 28

It is so good to be home. The ride was wild and windy and way to long (I really think we should just get rid of Iowa all together. It's not like anyone would really notice).

Tomorrow I promise a little re-cap for now I have some little pictures to share.

This is my husband looking through all his little Magic cards while at Chicago to find just the right one to something something something (somewhere around word three the language just completely lost me and somehow turned into pig latin in my ears).If you can't tell, that's our little air mattress on his back. His old bedroom was so small he had to prop the thing on his head so he could look through all the cards. I called it his little fort, though admittedly a fort where you can only maintain the roof using your head isn't a long standing one.

It's tradition for him and his father to get together and play a few (hundred) games whenever he's home.
It amazes him that I am not the stereotypical wife there to throw away all his old card boxes the second he leaves to get the mail. Instead I encourage him to play and have picked up a few games myself (Black and White deck is the only way to go).

I really don't see why when guys get married they are expected to give up their little indulgences and are ordered to grow up. I saw on a message board recently one woman that was gloating because she wheedled her fiance into putting away the X-box once they were married (I am guessing that little exchange would not have gone over so well if say he'd wanted her to never buy another purse again).

Is it really so bad if he kills a few hours a week slaying orcs? Think of all the stuff you can get done while he's not under your feet. You could finally re-tile the bathroom to look like an English cottage or change all the wall paper to Strawberry Shortcake.

I'd say it's one thing if he's spending whole days playing a game while you maintain your place and a job to pay for it all, and it's quite another if that's how he wants to spend his free time. Or maybe I'm just weird as I like together time and then alone time. Constant together time would drive me mad.

Does anyone else out there try to encourage their SO to indulge his childhood every once in a while? Are you just as willing to get on the floor and play with him, or are you actually better at chopping off mages heads than him?