“Thank you Sally!”

I am a terrible person. I have so much to do including uploading pictures from “BlogHer Madison Style” and posting about it. And of course there is the ever growing pile of laundry and that pesky child of mine that needs to be fed. But I can’t help myself. I’m obsessed. Over a woman no less. She’s just so cute and feisty I can’t help myself.

I love me some Sally.

Have you met her before?

She has this Spa and you have to make sure to make all the customers happy. If you do that you make more money and with more money you can buy new things and with new things you can make customers happy who will then tip you more and… WHOA. Breathing is important.

Because in all true addictions you have to blame someone (right?) I blame this solely on Cousin Sister Amy. When she was here for Camp, she showed me this cute little app on her iPhone and said “Oh have you ever played ‘Sally Spa‘? You have to! It’s so much fun.”

Well then my mother just had to run out and get an iTouch. Because really the poor woman only has one desktop, two laptops, a Wii, and a palm so duh, of course she NEEDED an iTouch. And then once again that Amy girl had to open her big mouth and say, “Aunt Natalie, you have to add Sally Spa!”

My mother did, I played it once and that ladies and gentlemen was all she wrote. The fat lady sang loud and clear. I was hooked.

I found myself asking to go over to my parents house just so I could get my hands on “Mr. Touch.” I fought with my kid on who’s turn it was. Mature Parent of One? Your table is now available.

Because my poor poor mother had no time on her OWN new toy she suggested we buy and download the game on our PC’s. Which was pretty much like taking an alcoholic into an open bar with free booze that never closes.

And that is how, my dear friends, last night, after playing for, oh, I don’t know, one million hours I finally went to bed at one million o’clock with both hands and forearms in massive Carpal Tunnel pain. That’s the downside of being ambidextrous… I was switching between hands, depending on which one hurt less. Therefore this post has taken me 3.5 hours to write because I’m pecking it out with my chin. I have never been more envious of Jay Leno.

Like all obsessions I promise I’ll get a grip. But if I don’t answer your emails, don’t play my turn on Lexulous or don’t come to the door when you knock, it’s because I have 5 customers who are waiting to get into the sauna and don’t even get me started on how many are waiting to check out!!!