In April, it will be 8 years since my husband and I got married. I can’t remember exactly when we started making bets, it feels like we’ve always done it. I think it might have been 3 years ago. We’d made the occasional wager before: who was right about something or could predict the outcome of something.
But at some point we upped the ante. The first one I have a photo record of is May 2016 when we made a “no cookie bet.” Simply put no cookies for 30 days. My husband lost. This was a highly contentious loss as there was a debate that on the last day. At dinner time I ate a piece of fortune cookie, not thinking that it counted as a cookie (which in my mind deemed more sweet baked goods).
After much debate between our friends, he accepted the loss like a champ and had to spend the day dressed in a shirt completely covered front to back in Adele’s face that I found on Etsy. Since then the stakes of humiliation have increased, but I’ve yet to lose. I know I can’t ride this wave of victory forever, but I have to try!
The most recent losses resulted in him dressed in a bunny costume buying my victory chocolate. Then he had to shovel the driveway dressed as Princess Elsa. I know there have been others, but those are always top of mind. As the stakes have increased, so does the trash talk and the subtle attempts at sabotaging the other. It’s a source of fun and the subject of conversation for friends and even our daughter tries to predict who will win.
Having 2 kids and working/commuting full time is hard. There are so many obligations, chores, things to do, things to remember, things to worry about – and it’s nice that it doesn’t always have to be like that. I definitely feel like I take things too seriously as I get older and this is a nice break from it. We can still be fun, even though our kids think we’re old and lame. And let’s be honest, a little trash talk never hurt anyone, right?