Thursday, December 30, 2010
Holding On 'til Then
Rojo and I just wrapped up another full day of Mario Kart. He talks the entire time he's playing, narrating what's going on in his half of the screen and bossing around what I'm supposed to be doing in mine. Plus, the game itself is noisy and he turns the volume way up. I'm ready for a sensory deprivation tank. I must look like it, too, because out of nowhere he says, "Mom, don't forget we're going to die at the same time. Think you can make it that long?"
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6 comments:
Is it okay to call you a saint?
Canya, huh?
But my real question is...are you getting any better at Mario Kart?
Oh, my god. That last comment made me laugh, here by myself at the computer. I had this vision of you with crossed eyes, straggly hair, slumped over a console.
I have a problem with noise, wears me down something awful but Rojo does make me laugh.
I just snorted. Can you imagine the obit? 'A loving mother finally succumbed in her battle with Mario Kart today. It was a valiant fight.'
I just want to know whether you and Rojo will be buried together with your controllers.
Hope school starts soon...
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