I loooooooooooooooove these Lego games. It never takes a long time to beat the story mode of them, but it's all the extra stuff you can do that really makes you lose track of your day and allows your garbage to fester to the point where you at least have to throw it on the porch or risk gassing yourself out of he house. Sure, I could have vacuumed, or did the dishes, but neither one of those things is as fulfilling as finding all of the little super hero mini figures. And you know what happened when I actually left the house yesterday to get groceries? Some lady behind me accidently tears open a bag of raw chicken and spills the juice all over one of the self checkout lanes. It seeped all inside the machine, and got all over her. Because there obviously is a God, I was finished my transaction and on my way out the door by the time someone came to her rescue with a roll of paper towels. Now do you see how much safer it is to just stay home and play video games? I could have died of salmonella poisoning from someone throwing raw chicken around. The worst that's ever happened to me at home was that time I stubbed and broke my pinky toe and my whole foot turned black. Didn't even come close to killing me though, I just had to walk with a limp for a few days. And deal with Sharon making fun of me. Which has irritated me for years until this text message exchange the other day:
Sharon: Remember that time you broke your toe and I made fun of you, well I'm really sorry.
Me: Did something happen?
Sharon: I BROKE MY TOE AND IT'S GONNA TURN BLACK AND FALL OFF AND YOU WON'T EVER BE ABLE TO LOVE ME AGAIN
Me: Awwww baby, can you bend it.
Me: It's not broken.
Sharon: Well it hurts and I need new shoes and beef jerky to make it feel better.
For a split second there karma had enacted vengeance for her making fun of me. Then karma obviously got busy with something else and let her turn it into a shopping trip. Focus, karma, focus!