Call of Duty

As I sit down to write, I find myself entranced by the sweet sounds of gunfire and the melodic shouting emitting from the television as my husband plays XBOX. How calming, relaxing and soothing are the wall-rumbling grenade explosions. And every time he shouts a profanity when his character gets shot or dies, I think I fall in love with him all over again. Better yet, sometimes he yells so loudly that he might just wake up our sleeping angels, which would be a joy to me as we would be able to spend even more time together as a family. Perhaps we can even teach the girls how to argue with random adolescents as their father plays online. Oh what fun that would be! I pity the woman who is not able to experience the excitement of being second to such a fine entertainment system. I gladly give up my television time to watch such an intense game, which I am not allowed to play. Thank you, Call of Duty, for so delicately enhancing my marriage.