I consider myself a pretty loving wife. Hubs and I have been together for 7 years and we share most of the same interests, except for 1 (or 100, but that's for another story) MadMax. As a boy who grew up in a tiny village in Ireland he was constantly outdoors doing boy things, only to return when the night was pitch black. So of course he loved MadMax. To this day, I'm tortured anytime MadMax is re-run for the millionth time on TV. Here's where we get to the wife guilt. I just came across Wasteland Weekend, a MadMax re-enactment of sorts in the Southern California desert and my fear now is, if I tell him about it he might actually want to go. Now, I'm a sci-fi loving girl like any other, but "re-enactment" is not something I want on my cred sheet.
Now what's a girl to do?!