Viva Piñata. It’s a video game that was developed for 7 year old girls in 2007. Nick and I bought it when we were newlyweds, hoping to find a common interest. Hahahaha. He hated that game. We kept it in case we had kids one day. Turns out we did! I got it out in a fit of mothering desperation, trying to appease my non stop toddler in the dreary midwinter.
Well, turns out I’m addicted.
Seriously addicted. I really just thought about abandoning this blog post and going to play it. I hate computer games. The only other game I’ve played in my life is Plants vs. Zombies.
Maybe I need to explain the game. Like Farmville or any other game like that, you raise pinatas in a garden. You grow crops, earn more land, get more exotic pinatas. Low risk, high reward. Who wouldn’t feel rewarded after getting a master romancer award for making 8 mouse babies!
I got caught up yesterday trying to master the convoluted task of romancing my sea turtles. I had to feed a moth a green flower, feed the moth to the frog, then feed the frog’s egg to the turtle.
Five hours gone. Suck it laundry! And that’s Viva Piñata.