Somebody Stop Me

Man, oh man.

My weekend is officially screwed.

I have avoided all of the Guitar Hero games like the plague.

I have serious games to play; I don’t have time for frivolous games like Guitar Hero. [cough]

Unfortunately, all of my efforts were for naught. The husband has officially undermined my authority and has brought the damn game home.

Bastard.

The cute little guitar is sitting in the corner right now…mocking me.

Apparently Husband [bastard!] has a “Guitar Hero” party in the works.

What fun!

Five or six twenty-something drunk guys in my living room acting like forty-something drunk rock gods.

Are you feeling sorry for me yet? Even a little bit?

Actually, I’m completely full of shit. [Have you noticed that yet?]

I didn’t want anything to do with the game because I have a sneaking suspicion that I am going to become an addict.

I’ve had visions of the future and they scare the crap out of me.

A month from now, I see myself with bags under my eyes from lack of sleep and my hands permanently fused into the “guitar position”.

I’m so screwed.