2004 - Meet future husband drunk in a bar.
2005 - Start dating future husband long distance.
2006 - Future husband moves to Toronto to live with me in my loft. Realize future husband is obsessed with pinball. Decide that is strange but am able to somewhat get over this along with his tendency to sometimes "forget" to wear pants while indoors.
2007 - Get to know husband's friends. Keep hearing stories about their college days and beating pinball machines with their knees, elbows and even tongues. Weird and gross.
2009 - Time to get married. Husband and friends go out and play pinball for his bachelor party. Husband's friends go out and play pinball again the next day. Almost miss the ceremony.
2010 - Husband officially becomes Canadian. Can't kick him out now.
2012 - Sell loft & buy house. Let my husband buy one pinball machine. I will never play it.
2013 - Hey, this isn't too bad. There are strategies? Who knew you didn't just shoot at stuff randomly. And look at these mod things you can buy. The pinball machine with the castle is funny... I want the pinball machine with the castle. Look! I can catch the ball with my flipper! We can fit four pins in the basement. No wait, 5 or maybe 6. Seven is definitely the maximum - at least until we renovate...