“You opened them, didn’t you.”
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My girlfriend has dropped by and, while checking under my feeble excuse of a christmas tree, has noticed that two small boxes are missing.
“Your hopeless, you know that.”
She’s right. Once again I have grabbed and opened two boxes of Legos originally intended as presents for children.
“Look, a man works a nine hour day --commutes another two or more hours, he gets home and he just wants to play with his Legos. Is that so wrong? Besides, I needed the wheels.”
This all started about two months ago. The nurse with whom I share my duplex sometimes gets stuck working very late and I’m wrangled into babysitting duty. These kids (a boy nine, a girl eight) absolutely shame me at videogames (save “Worms: Armageddon” which, of course, they refuse to play). In an attempt to preserve my dignity I bought a pail of Legos to keep they busy. Jump to today, where I find myself running out of the table space for my interlocking multicolored empire and cannibalizing kid’s presents. Like any other addiction it started out small. A race car here, a castle there. Pretty soon you find yourself standing in Toys-R-Us isle staring glassy-eyed at a display for an $80 Lego Millennium Falcon. What am I supposed to do?
Mind you, these aren’t the Legos you grew up with as a kid, these aren’t with little generic smiley Lego people. The villains wield little Lego revolvers and swords and have little Lego hook-hands and scarred, snarling Lego faces. The little Lego Star Wars characters are particularly detailed and beautiful! Darth Vaders mask can be removed revealing a pea-sized messed-up Anikin Skywalker face! I mean, really, how cool is that?
And they make Lego Ninjas!! For christ sake, I’m only human!!
Yes, I know it’s childish (no smart-alek remarks Alias) but I don’t do drugs, don’t drink excessively. Is there something wrong this?