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Giddy As A Kid On Christmas

That's how I felt last night when the husband gave me my anniversary gift - a rose pink Nintendo DS. He knew the girl and I were going to start saving to get one for us and he all up and done got it hiself. What a good man!

He got worried when I got Brain Age and Animal Crossing for me to play on the boy's DS. In fact, I believe he said he hoped the boy enjoyed the DS while he had it. Hey! I only played it at night after the kidlets were in bed. Granted, they would have to play it in the corner of the living room while it charged during the day because Mama wore the batteries out playing it in bed (heh). I shared though.

I share this one as well since the husband got Tinkerbell for the girls to play. They love that game. So all of us are happy giddy kids. Even the one year old gets into it. She gets a hold of the Gameboy Advance and pushes all the buttons, dances around to the music and all of this with a huge grin on her face like she's getting away with something awesome. Ha! It's too funny.

So if you'll excuse me, I have some brain training to do and some weeds to pull in my town.



Anonymous said…
yay!!!!!!!!!! fun


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