Battle!

Have you ever written out a lengthy story and then lost it all at the last minute? Well, that just happened to this blog post. I was going to tell you about my history with videogames since age 3, and just as my tale was coming to a close, my two year old son grabbed the computer mouse and accidentally deleted 90% of it. I'm choosing to see it as a sign that it would have been a boring read, so I'm not going to try to start over. Instead, I'll give you the very condensed version which begins and ends with the final result.

I am absolutely hooked on Guild Wars 2 and I have been playing feverishly for a week now. I resisted the urge to play for months after my husband, Clint, bought it and started playing with his brothers, but I finally caved and the rest is history. The "rest" includes housework, socializing, television, food and playing Magic the Gathering with Clint. Everything has taken several seats on the back burner except for my son, who solely has the power to drag me away from the computer for family time. Don't worry, when Mommy is playing on the computer that means Daddy can't, so my son gets all the attention and love he needs. I felt the need to clarify in case any jerks were reading this and itching to insult our parenting skills, you can stop cracking your knuckles now.

Sorry, but I'm going to have to cut this short. I'm almost level 40 and I need to get back to my quest!