Three weeks ago, I decided it was time for a gear audit. We were trying to down Kael'thas and the ranged woman wasn't going down fast enough with just me on her, so I decided to do something about it.
Those of you who've been reading for a while know that my husband and I compliment each other with our WoW styles. He's into learning about his characters, what they can do, and all the spells and gear and glyphs and enchants available to them.
I'm into looking pretty.
So he tells me how to gear my character and I help him with his color coordination.
Sometimes my lack of interest in getting new gear can verge into the silly. When I asked him to help me on my gear audit and gave him a list of my squirreled-away currency (honor, badges, etc), he found me about 3 major buyable upgrades and we had the following conversation:
[Husband stirring coffee in the kitchen and informing me of upgrades while I lean against the doorway. He's already bemoaned my lack of purchasing skills and has just told me which legs to buy.]
Him: You also have enough Emblems of Valor you've been sitting on for a month that will give a cloak upgrade.
Me: Go me!
Him: Yes. Go. Go to Fail Land. Because that's where you belong.
[At this point, I was too busy laughing to finish the conversation, so he sent me an email with the rest of my upgrades.]