Loser...

Because I'm incapable of sitting still, I keep an electronic solitaire game in our bathroom, for when I need to be in there for an extended period of time (don't worry, it gets disinfected on a daily basis). Granted, sometimes the game is the reason I'm in there, for an extended period of time. J and I have had this "friendly" competition going. I am usually the owner of the high score, but occassionally J passes me up. For a long while the high score was stuck at 600 (mine), after months, and I do mean months of trying, J beat my score with 620. A week after he passed my score, I set a new one with 660. After many MORE months of trying, he passed me at 670 and was SO excited about it, razzing me and giving me crap; telling me that I was a loser and he was "the King". Alas, his glory days were short lived. The next day, I was once again the Queen; I broke his high score by five measley points... 675 was the new high. I gave a victory cheer, from my seat on the throne and joyously broke the news that I was, once again, the Solitaire Queen. John's response was not one of joy, but rather one of "Are you freaking kidding me?! It took me MONTHS to beat your score and you beat me by FIVE FREAKING POINTS?!".

This morning, he comes out of the bathroom ranting about how he can't believe I beat his score by five points, how I must have either cheated and/or must be a witch. All I could do was chuckle and say "better luck next time!".

I'm sure this is probably only amusing to me (most things are), but I'm also sure that many of you, at one time or another, have had similar friendly rivalries with your spouses, friends, family members, etc and can understand why this is, at least, a little funny.

I kind of feel bad that J, often, seems to be on the losing end of my greatness, but at the same time....I WIN!