I craft. I have a large stash of yarn to knit, fiber to spin, beads to… well… bead, and all the assorted tools that will make each of these hobbies easier and more enjoyable. I have no problems with having a stash, or of hoarding things I love that I expect I’ll use some unknown day in the future.
I love Rob. I married him knowing full well he was one of those super nerdy game-loving guys, and expected a fair amount of games to join our relationship.
We’re moving soon (to Texas, actually… we don’t have exact details yet, but I’ll be blogging about our move as soon as I know exactly what is happening), and this has had one unintended side effect: Rob is revealing his secret game stash to me.
I always knew he had games at the office – he plays most of his games there over lunch, or at friend’s houses around the office, so it made sense for him to keep them there. What I was not aware of was the quantity!!
It’s not just that pile of games, but the two shelves of books behind it.
This is just what he’s brought home so far! He says he’s not quite half-way finished. And that’s not including games he already had at home, like this:
and this entire closet filled with games:
He hid his stash. I’m just saying…