denmmurray
12-26-2007, 01:56 PM
Last year my wife and I lived in a kind of "rough" neighborhood with a few hoodlums who liked to prowl around. It definitely wasn't a place to raise a kid but it was the first house we were in after getting married so we were ok with it for the time being. I got a call from my wife one day and she told me our house had been broken into and they'd tried to steal my playstation 2 among other things but had managed to steal an expensive sound board and 2 big speakers.
I got home and scanned everything to see what was taken...and was incredibly distraught when I found they'd stolen my DS which I totally loved. For the following year every time I saw a commercial for a DS game I got depressed because I knew I couldn't play it.
Fast forward to christmas day. My wife hands me a smaller sized present and I open it to find...a brand new DS with Brain Age 2. My wife felt so bad that it had gotten stolen that she bought me something that she knew nothing about. She wasn't sure if she'd gotten the right thing or if I still even wanted one.
*sigh*...I love Christmas.
I got home and scanned everything to see what was taken...and was incredibly distraught when I found they'd stolen my DS which I totally loved. For the following year every time I saw a commercial for a DS game I got depressed because I knew I couldn't play it.
Fast forward to christmas day. My wife hands me a smaller sized present and I open it to find...a brand new DS with Brain Age 2. My wife felt so bad that it had gotten stolen that she bought me something that she knew nothing about. She wasn't sure if she'd gotten the right thing or if I still even wanted one.
*sigh*...I love Christmas.