It has to be said. Whoever invented Candy Crush was quite the genius.

I have succombed to be a user, for lack of a better word.

Despite how it makes my eyes ache from intense searching for matches and glaring of the bright screen, I fight intently. I have got to get as many as possible. Get to the next level. Before I lose all my lives!

Thirty minutes is just too long to wait until I am resurrected…

So what do I do when I decline paying 99 cents for 5 more lives? I download another game and play that until I lose those lives.

Ah! Finished reviving? I’ll play you again.

It goes around and around.

Beyond obsessed, I am going crazy!!

I am so thankful my husband loves me enough to push off the power button and invites my attention. That’s something I find irresistible.

More so than time-killing, killing candy!

Oh.

And did I tell you I haven’t told him I have three of those games now….! Please don’t. Not yet…

Meanwhile… Pass me the Advil…