I have a confession about an obsession.
Sometimes, when my husband is out of town on business, I play video games.
But not just any video game, a very specific one. I have been teased relentlessly by Paul and some friends of ours about this game (not to mention some mild remarks from my family), so I figured that it was time I owned up to this behavior. Plus, you can gain a better understanding of what I am talking about when I write the name: "Harvest Moon".
Doesn't it just sound nice? Apparently there are some songs with this phrase in the song lyrics or title, but I have never heard them, so I cannot relate to any feeling evoked by this phrase due to those songs. I can only attest to mine.
For those of you who don't know, Harvest Moon is a Nintendo game in which you play a farmer/rancher. The only major problem with the game (besides sucking away all my time) is that the worldview is completely and utterly skewed, but that aside-it's fun!
Paul laughs at me for pretending to pull weeds and milk cows, but the truth of it is: it's relaxing after 11 hours away from home. Not to mention, it's a strategy game, and I can take my time with it (unlike those crazy racing/shooter games where you have to make hand-eye coordination related decisions lickity split!).
Plus, I think the girl character kind of looks like me:
You know, if I take off my glasses...
And had a waist smaller than my head...
And eyes that take up a third of my face...
So that's that; my name is Jennifer and I'm obsessed with my RPG.
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This morning, as we are heading out of town to see my brother in Myrtle Beach this afternoon, we were scrambling to get everything together (at the last minute, of course; is there any other way?).
Since Paul normally spends almost 3 full hours at home alone after I leave in the morning (oh, the joys of driving an hour to work), I asked him if he would put on a load of laundry. As I was talking to him, he was fiddling with his new cell phone. He does this often, and since he was still responding to my comments, I thought nothing of it.
No sooner had he reluctantly agreed to my request and walked away did I receive a text message from my husband (that he had apparently been typing while I talked).
It read:
"laundry is stupid"
Oh, Pauly...
And eyes that take up a third of my face...
So that's that; my name is Jennifer and I'm obsessed with my RPG.
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This morning, as we are heading out of town to see my brother in Myrtle Beach this afternoon, we were scrambling to get everything together (at the last minute, of course; is there any other way?).
Since Paul normally spends almost 3 full hours at home alone after I leave in the morning (oh, the joys of driving an hour to work), I asked him if he would put on a load of laundry. As I was talking to him, he was fiddling with his new cell phone. He does this often, and since he was still responding to my comments, I thought nothing of it.
No sooner had he reluctantly agreed to my request and walked away did I receive a text message from my husband (that he had apparently been typing while I talked).
It read:
"laundry is stupid"
Oh, Pauly...
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