My wife gave me a Seahawks cribbage board this morning. Very thoughtful.

Basically it is the gift of getting my ass kicked at cribbage. I am terrible, have bad luck, and haven't beat her 1x in about 3 weeks. We decided we would play after dinner when we had time, instead of having dessert. It was fun at first, but now she just kills me every time. I think she got the Seahawk board for me because she decided I wasn't having that much fun getting my ass whooped 4x a week.