A case for video games….or stubborn....

I have to say something that I don’t often say.  I was wrong.  Unfortunately this is now in written form and my husband will be able to point to it any time he wants to.  While I know I’m not ALWAYS right, I pride myself in being MOSTLY right when it comes to disagreements/differences with my husband. This time though I will eat my proverbial hat-I underestimated his abilities and for that I am sorry.

This all started with my noticing the fact that my father-in-law’s birthday was coming up and as usual I had no idea what to get him-father type figures are SO hard to buy for.  So after talking with my husband we decided that we would make a sign for the cottage that his parents had recently bought. 

Well this required a trip to visit my father out of town because my father would be what some might consider a wood working geek if this was considered something geeky of course.  My father has the most extensive wood working shop that I’ve ever been in, and a seemingly limitless supply of wood to boot.

Sitting over breakfast Saturday morning my husband described how he wanted to build a moose shaped sign and router in the lettering himself.  My father raised his eyebrows at this.  This wasn’t something my father had ever done himself in his almost 60 years.  He told my husband that perhaps we should build the sign base and purchase the letters separately which was exactly what he had done recently when he wanted to make a sign himself.  I concurred whole heartedly.  My husband took this as a challenge of course because, really, how else would he take it?  He stated that all of his years of gaming had made his hands extremely steady and that he could do it.  I had some serious doubts-not about his gaming experience-THAT I could attest to easily.  But seriously, how steady could shooting zombies and aliens make your hands?

Well after breakfast my husband and my father disappeared into the basement and shortly there-after my husband emerged holding his test piece, which was done almost perfectly.  He smiled a triumphant smile and I had to admit defeat-and I was really impressed. 

If this was where the story ended however, I might have to hang my head for a few days.  But my husband could not remain on top for long.  I decided to go down to the basement myself to help out where I could as my husband continued onto the actual sign.  Suddenly the sound of the router got very silent and my husband stood there over the sign looking dismayed.  I walked over to see what was wrong and tried to stifle my laughter unsuccessfully.  He was concentrating so hard on making sure his steady gamer hands didn’t disappoint him that he had misspelled his own last name. 

So I will concede that video games may give you steady hands-but they might still rot your brain!