Another one of my Christmas gifts from the UberHusband was the Namco II: Ms. Pac-Man with 5 TV Games “system.”

We hooked it up to the big screen television and voila…your childhood fantasy:

This thing is like crack…once I start playing, I can’t stop. My hands hurt. My wrists hurt. I am so not in the same Ms. Pac-Man fighting form I was when I was 11.

I’ve also discovered that Pole Position after half a bottle of wine is a hell of a lot more entertaining now than it was after a personal pizza and soda at Round Table Pizza at the Mt. Shasta Mall back in ‘da day.

Galaga? That game kicked my ass…then, as well as now.

This game has brought my marriage with the UberHusband to a whole different level. Remember wanting to just beat the crap out of that Knight Rider-loving dork in your science class, but you still strangely wanted him to ask you to “go with” him? Ha. Now I get the best of both worlds.