Mrs. Balabusta meets PS2

Well, I may be putting my reputation on the line but here goes.

Yesterday, I played with my husband's Playstation. It all started with a trip to Target to get socks for my youngest son whose socks have been shanghied by his brothers and are now serving time in Yeshiva. The guy really had no socks, just a bunch of sock molecules and some plasma holding them together.

Of course at Target, where I might add, people were ripping things off the walls like Christmas was tomorrow, they also sell PS2 games. What a relief! If they didn't we might have to go to Best Buy, and that's a parking lot you don't want to get into until like Next January or so, unless you upgrade your car insurance to include "Freaks Of Nature" - but I digress.

So they sell PS2 games at Target and although that is usually a site where I can park the kids while I pick up the tinfoil and sandwich bags, this time I parked the PT there. When we got to the checkout line there was a game in my basket. I held it up and said "And what is This??" to which the PT replied without missing a beat, "On Sale." (he knows me really well.)

In the name of Shalom Bayis, I said "uh huh". Turns out he bought an X-Men game (I like X-men) for PS2. When we got home he offered me a turn to be Wolverine (I like Wolverine). The fastest way to get my attention is to offer me unlimited superpowers.

Turns out it was fun, once I figured it out. And we have two controllers so someone could play with me, which was also fun. My thumb was getting a little stiff after the first couple of hours. There - I said it. I played Playstation for a couple of hours and it was fun.

Now maybe the PT will start knitting and the universe will be complete.