I came home from work yesterday to a nice surprise.
No, not clean shiny, happy, fed children in a clean, shiny, happy house....
I came home to a big box of Guitar Hero III.
Mr W has been listening to me rant about how I love that game since I first played months ago.
And he knows I need to get in touch with my inner rock goddess, so.....
I'm sending the kids to bed in five minutes, and hitting the stage in ten.
Hopefully, I will make it through a round without getting booed off the stage this time.
Party on, Wayne.