*sigh*

John told me a few months back that he really wanted to try to figure out a Rubik’s cube. Ok… whatever. We looked at Target and never found any, so the idea was somewhat forgotten. Apparently, after about 1989, it became hard to find them. Fast forward to Saturday. I needed an outfit for an engagement party, so we ran to Kohl’s. What should we find but a Rubik’s cube. John played with it on the way home, and while I was getting ready.

I didn’t realize the obsession would take hold so quickly. By Sunday, John was hooked. From the time he woke up at 10:30am until I started bitching at 6:30pm, John fiddled with that damn cube. He solved it a few times, but that wasn’t enough. He then turned to Youtube and started watching videos of “speed-cubing.” He decided he needed a metal cube so that he could try “speed-cubing.” Apparently the regular plastic cube was just too cumbersome and slow.

Although he avoided the power of the cube for a few hours, by bedtime he was at it again. He climbed into bed, cube in hand, and told me he just needed to “get a little cube action in” before sleeping. *sigh* He broke it out again this morning and even took it with him to work. Now he wants to get the 4×4 and 5×5 cube. The “hypercube” and “cube2″ and “cube of doom.”

“Hey, did you know you can do a 20×20 cube on computer simulation?”

“Some people can do them blindfolded!”

“If you get me a cube for a present, please get me the Izuki brand.” (or whatever) [ed: he has corrected me- it's "eastsheen" brand.]
I cannot believe what a freak I have married. John has always maintained that he has a touch of OCD and autism. This damn cube seems to have tapped into those weaknesses with a vengeance. I swear if he tries to bring that stupid cube home for Thanksgiving, I am throwing it out the window on the Interstate. I guess his new goal in life will be to stand atop the podium of winners with his little cube. I can see it now.