my pink toes

Wednesday afternoons at Chuck E. Cheese are awesome!

Friday nights at Chuck E. Cheese are just a little tiny slice of hell.

Mostly because all these toddlers kept taking my Skee Balls and putting their cute little precious heads behind me so I couldn't really get a proper wind-up. Their poor parents looked so zombie-eyed and exhausted and I could tell my Friday afternoon heart was the shriveled stone of an old bitter crone. So instead of elbowing the tykes away and glaring laser holes into their non-parenting-parents' heads, I managed to smile a teeny bit. And leave. And drink a cocktail at home with my friend.