Switched

So many freakin' awesome comments to the last post! It just reminds me how awesome and encouraging and wonderful you all are. Thank you!

In other news, I want to tell you about something strange going on in our household.

I think the dashingly handsome sidekick (DHS) and I have sort of traded identities. It's weird.

Get this:

I am currently (temporarily, I hope) addicted to playing a game called Angry Birds.

And the DHS is addicted to a series of books. FICTION, no less.

Yes, you heard that right. The DHS, who is almost exclusively a non-fiction reader, is entranced by a work of fiction (I mean, he is literally reading every chance he gets) and I am enthralled by a game of strategy in which I shoot little birds at ugly, green pigs.

We have traded brains, I tell you.

Can you guess what series of FICTION he is addicted to?

I'll give you a hint. It's YA (young adult). That's all you get.

Give it your best shot in the comments. (Get it, SHOT? Because I use a sling-shot to shoot birds at pigs in Angry Birds.)

Now I'm going back to beat Angry Birds level 3-21.

If you were looking for something deeper from me tonight, go and read the comments from the last post, because I have some seriously smart and thoughtful commenters who clearly use their brain power to contemplate deep things and write amazing masterpieces while I waste my time on Angry Birds.