I am not going to cry about how old I am though! When I was 8, I came home from school to find my mother curled up in the fetal position in the living room. I thought something horrible had happened, thermal nuclear proliferation perhaps. "No", she says to me. "You can't possibly understand . . . Mommy is an old lady now . . . Mommy just turned 30" So, right then, I vowed never to get upset over my age. It's better to save your negative emotions for something important you can control but failed to . . . like loosing a big battle in Guitar Hero!
John got me Guitar Hero for Valentine's Day this year. Along with a lovely boquet of flowers. I bought him a new sourdough starter and some green M&Ms, since moving killed the old starter. I have played GH a grand total of 5 times and now the boys are fighting it out in the living room. We have the TV hooked up through the stereo receiver, which makes a big difference.
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