Yesterday I had my very first Chuck E. Cheese experience. You know, where a kid can be a kid. Darren and I had to push around a few snot-nosed little brats to get to try our hands at Skee Ball, but boy was I excited, especially once the kids stopped crying. I've been craving Skee Ball like a pregnant woman might crave watermelon drizzled with cottage cheese since, oh, about thirteen years ago, the one and only other time I've played it. Thank you, Darren. Thank you for bringing me to Skee Ball. And I promise next time I'll knock this kids around so hard they won't be ABLE to cry.

But now...now I must have MORE!