I've resisted Angry Birds for months. I'd heard about the power of those feathered creatures and I wanted no part of them. My life is consumed enough with blogs and Facebook and Twitter. I just knew my schedule couldn't handle one more computer generated diversion.
But, (you knew this was coming didn't you) while we were visiting our grandsons they wanted to play Angry Birds on my iPad. You know, to see how it would look on that big, beautiful screen. And me being the doting grandmother that I am, I obliged.
They each took turns showing me how it was played. Nathan was especially adept; easily traversing the obstacles and blowing up those greedy green pigs. Innocent enough.
Umm, right.
As we said our goodbyes and headed for home I thought I'd give Angry Birds a try. Afterall, I-5 is a long boring drive and my husband's driving sometimes makes me a bit nervous. I'm a better passenger went I'm not looking at the road and he is definitely a happier driver when I'm not looking at the road.
Four blocks from home Bill noted that I had been playing that game non stop for the past five hours. I asked if he could just drive around for a few more minutes while I completed level two.
As we pulled into the garage I deleted the game.
Damn birds!
Encourage one another,
