Would you like to know the most tragic thing that happened this weekend?
Jason ate my left-over key lime pie.
And he didn't even like it.
Would you like to know the second most tragic thing that happened this weekend?
Jason got sick.
He passed out in the bathroom.
He has bruises and bumps all over his head.
And he bit his tongue.
Maybe the key lime pie gave him food poisoning.
Would you like to know the third most tragic thing that happened this weekend?
(It might turn out to be the most tragic thing that has ever happened.)
It requires some background information.
At least twice a week Jason will bring me my iPad and say, "I downloaded some new apps."
At least twice a week I will say, "Jason! You're going to use all the memory!"
(I don't really care. The likelihood of me downloading anything other than a book from time to time is slim.)
His newest app is a game.
A game where you use a slingshot to shoot birds through the air and into glass blocks and wood pieces.
He said, "I downloaded it because I thought you would like it."
I don't play games.
I never have.
My game playing started and ended with Pac Man. Those ghosts ate me one too many times and I swore off games completely.
Yesterday Jason was watching football (another weekly tragedy) and I was bored.
I picked up my iPad and opened the bird game.
It took a total of 3 minutes.
3 minutes to guarantee complete addiction to slinging birds through the air.
Me...Mrs. I Don't Play Games...I Don't Like Games...I Will Never Play Games...
I was up until midnight slinging red and blue birds through the air.
The biggest tragedy of all is that Jason is going to read this and say, "I told you so."