Somebody stop me before I go Hallmark

So I was writing this really sad depressing post but I decided to spare you.

I'm nice like that.

Consider yourself lucky. It was a post that included this photo:

Yup, you know how much motherbumper hates clowns and this photo demonstrates a huge chunk of why.

Seriously - what kind of sane person includes that photo in their post?

Exactly - a not-sane one. So why don't we let that post sit on ice for a while. Yup, sounds good to us (hello! referring to self as plural - loopy looney tunes alert, level three).

Anyhow, here I sit with Guitar Hero III being played inches from my head and for some kooky reason I've got this overwhelming urge to state that I find that freakin' game bloody addicting.

Oh wait, let me rephrase that - I'm pretty sure I know how just how freakin' addicting that game is because it's definitely not based on recent experience. I NEVER get to play anymore. But I can say with confidence that I do remember the craving for that distinct flavour of just one more go: the one more that turns into an hour or two or twelve later. Guitar Hero induces that craving.

Yup, we love our Wii but due to my husband's BFF* recent Wii acquisition and blossoming GH addiction, coupled with their blood thirsty healthy sense of competition, I have become a GH widow.

Whatever - he has been a blog widow a lot longer than my recent loss.

* Do guys call it that - BFF? probably not and I'll get a "wtf?" tomorrow when he reads this - and then I'll laugh and he'll put my bra in the freezer because life in our home is like one big sleepover. One that includes a rabid badger who switches with a mini-me who happens to possess more brains than me which make it a mini-me TURBO and we live like we are being directed by John Waters / Wes Anderson co-production because life JUST GETS LIKE THAT SOMETIMES. Can't relate? OK, I'll get back on topic now.

Time out.

OK I just pressed "save" on this post and went and played a few songs on the Wii while SB had a rare break.

Yup - just as addicting as I remember.

So, last night SB and I took a coincidental break and had one those "hey how you doing? haven't seen you in a while" conversation. Wow - we are crazy romantic.

Anyhow, SB mentioned that his friend's girlfriend also played GH and maybe I should get another guitar so we could do a double-date online with a guitar war.

After that statement, we both laughed our as*es off for a good five minutes at the obvious overwhelming stink of nerdiness that idea carried.

But I'd be lying if it didn't state that for MORE than a split second I considered the idea as an actual possibility before my nerd radar called out a red alert of Ebola-carrying monkey proportions.

Yup, that would be a lie to deny.