It’s Sunday afternoon. the hubby is taking a nap on the couch in the family room and I’m in the computer room trying to figure out how to plat “the game”. My DH is a game player, there is one online that he has set me up to play with him and I have to say it is a whole lot easier watching him play than actually having to do it yourself. I’m so frustrated that I could just scream and he’s a bit peeved at me as well, because I’m not paying attention to him. Well, I’m trying. I do not react as fast because there is a whole lot of stuff to remember. Gee whiz, the most complicated game I ever played was Solitaire. Well I did play unreal, but I was in God Mode the entire time so I could not get killed and I could fly and I basically did the easy version with a walk through right by my side AND that in most cases is considered cheating. But what the heck, I did managed to figure out some of the stuff, I had a good time playing it so I guess that’s what counts. This game is on-line for pete’s sake. It has other real people playing it and I have to be sharp to play this game. At some point I will get good enough to join his guild and there will then be other players counting on me to know what in the hell I am doing. Right now I’m so awful I feel like throwing in the towel. I’m a cross stitcher and designer. I bake bagels for a living. I’m not real experienced at this game thing. OK, enough bitching, I’m gonna go try it again