Last month we obtained the best PS2 game ever made (Katamari Damacy) but I am physically unable to play it. At least three times now I’ve had to pause from game play to, get this, vomit. The game freaking makes me motion sick. So while I love it dearly, it’s just not worth the risk. Though this afternoon the little man whined and wheedled until I had no choice but to fire up the box and go head to head with him. Not five minutes later and I was hurling. Yay me. The husband and I were wondering if Dramamine might help, but that’s just pathetic. In happier news…the little man has been especially enjoying one of his holiday gifts. Or pair of gifts, rather. The book, If You Give a Pig a Pancake, came with a plush pink piggy. I’ve been reading said book to him, upon request, between three and ten times a day, while he hugs the pig. He’s completely memorized the story so I think he should be reading the danged thing to me. Maybe tomorrow.
Plus: I’ve found out the hard way that flickr can be habit-forming. Especially after finding such beautiful eye candy, and group pools that range from the entertaining (like The Secret Life of Toys and Stick Figures in Peril), to the amazing, random and bizarre.
Must. Back. Away. From. Computer.
