There I was. It was 9:13 p.m. on NYE. I had declared I was going to bed. I was simply exhausted. And I'm old enough that staying up to midnight isn't terribly exciting.
But I had a problem. I couldn't sleep. With all the chirping and snorting. Right there in my room. In my bed, even. And then I felt guilty for not actually sleeping, and went to the basement to join in the pasta puzzle. But once it was done, I could try to sleep again. But it really is hard to sleep with all that noise.
Earlier in the evening I decided to ask a simple question. "Honey, can I play Angry Birds on your phone?" Up until that moment, I was the last person--on some scale--to ever play that game. At first, I thought not playing it was a good thing. It made me stand out. And then I realized all the fun I must be missing out on. I'm not one to want to miss out on fun! I asked him how to play, and he gave me some tips. "But why are the birds angry at the pigs?" I innocently asked. I really do prefer pigs to birds, and if I'm going to go the bird side, I need a good reason. "Because they stole their eggs!" he said, as if there was not a worse crime.
So, I took the slingshot in my hands and after just ONE game, I was hooked. Time after time, I got the high score. And that, my friends, was how I stayed up until 12:40 a.m. Only because my husband asked if he had to take the phone away from me.
After every game, I watched the clock to see how many more games I could get in before I felt the need to join the big kids for the countdown to 2012. At 11:54, I went downstairs and subjected myself to yet another horrible non-Dick Clark New Year's Eve local show. Six perfectly good minutes of Angry Birds time down the drain.
I'd already declared 2012 The Year of Buying 0 Diapers. That is a great thing, because I won't have any time for that. Those Angry Birds need my help!
But I had a problem. I couldn't sleep. With all the chirping and snorting. Right there in my room. In my bed, even. And then I felt guilty for not actually sleeping, and went to the basement to join in the pasta puzzle. But once it was done, I could try to sleep again. But it really is hard to sleep with all that noise.
Earlier in the evening I decided to ask a simple question. "Honey, can I play Angry Birds on your phone?" Up until that moment, I was the last person--on some scale--to ever play that game. At first, I thought not playing it was a good thing. It made me stand out. And then I realized all the fun I must be missing out on. I'm not one to want to miss out on fun! I asked him how to play, and he gave me some tips. "But why are the birds angry at the pigs?" I innocently asked. I really do prefer pigs to birds, and if I'm going to go the bird side, I need a good reason. "Because they stole their eggs!" he said, as if there was not a worse crime.
So, I took the slingshot in my hands and after just ONE game, I was hooked. Time after time, I got the high score. And that, my friends, was how I stayed up until 12:40 a.m. Only because my husband asked if he had to take the phone away from me.
After every game, I watched the clock to see how many more games I could get in before I felt the need to join the big kids for the countdown to 2012. At 11:54, I went downstairs and subjected myself to yet another horrible non-Dick Clark New Year's Eve local show. Six perfectly good minutes of Angry Birds time down the drain.
I'd already declared 2012 The Year of Buying 0 Diapers. That is a great thing, because I won't have any time for that. Those Angry Birds need my help!
Hilarious! My husband finally played this past week and is hooked!
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