Cannot pull free of the tractor beam that is Nintendo.
Must. Stop. Playing.
But not really.
I had to take Gabrie into the doctor today. (Possible kidney issues. We hope not. Think good thoughts.) So, anyway, the doctor walks in after we had been talking and playing for 20 minutes and had JUST THEN picked up our DSes (DS’s? DS lites?) and began to play. Gabrie barely looked up. I just held up my index finger in the “Wait just a second gesture” and said, “I’m almost done with this surgery. [on my DS Trauma Center: Under the Knife] One sec.” Stitched the guy up and looked up at the (real) doctor.
For some reason he looked a bit baffled? Confused? Appalled? Whatever. We were entertaining ourselves. I mean, we had already read in the most current issue of People magazine available that Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake had broken up. We needed comfort. What were we to do?
We Nintendo’ed out.
Now, I am off to save more lives in Africa.
(Did I mention I got the Trauma Center game for the Wii for my birthday? Need medical help? Feel free to call on me. Though tomorrow, I will be rockin the house with Mario and Co.)