Yep, it's that time again, time to be guilt tripped by a sick eight-year-old into playing online games. I was hoping that Chandler had forgotten all about Neopets, but he hasn't. He called bright and early this morning, urging me in a scratchy, fever-effected voice to get on the computer and challenge him to a Neopet duel. I reluctantly agreed to do so after showering and eating some lunch. Of course, now that I'm ready, he's not. He's watching a movie and will call me back when it's done.Meanwhile, I have to figure out how to give CPR to a virtual pet. I haven't logged onto Neopets.com since the last time Chandler had me report for duty. As a result, my yellow little puffball of a Neopet, Gizzee Gizzmo, is dying. Look how sad he looks:
I guess that makes me a bad Neopet mommy. Chandler says that I have to play games to earn money that I can then use to buy food to feed Gizzee. He also informed me that I would probably suck at them. Gee, Chandler, thanks for the vote of confidence. I better go do it, too, before Chandler is through with his movie and sicks the Neopet SPCA on me. Ugh. The things we do for family...
