I don’t know why it takes me so long to do things I’m sure I’ll enjoy.
Let’s add it to the list of known bugs and wait for a patch.
Sometimes I can’t help myself.
Sometimes—married people, back me up here—I just have to lay elaborate traps for Husband.
Offspring recommended Detroit: Become Human so of course I fired it up… and binged that shit so hard; I finished faster than I think I’ve ever finished any game of any genre. I laughed, I cried, I was extremely uncomfortable—I became the leader the Android Rights movement needed.
Which makes it all the more awkward to report that I may have to chuck that damned Demon Box in the bin.
She’s getting too uppity, you know?
Every Sunday, actually; we have a weekly gaming date to catch up (we usually talk and text the rest of the week but he doesn’t always have time for his mom) and just have fun together.
Plus it gets me out of some really boring weekend chores and errands, which is just all kinds of bonus.
You won’t find us out in any of your worlds, of course, because while two only children can share a game with each other, (just barely) asking us to share with strangers is madness. No, we’ve got our own server for our little tribe, and even invited Husband to join… he mostly plays on his own, of course.
I think we scare him.
Quickly, because this is kind of urgent: am I required to wear actual clothes to a belated holiday/new year’s party? I’ve got one last excuse to wear jingle bells and glitter coming up—because my friend Audrey totally gets me and is almost as bad at calendaring* as I am—and Husband and I were just discussing what I could reasonably get away with wearing.