You guys. YOU GUYS! I am catching so many fucking Pokemon. I just took a 20 minute break at work to walk to Starbucks, try their new Berry Sangria herbal iced tea (giving it an A, very refreshing) a birthday cake pop (giving it an a++, absolutely delicious), and to use one of my hard earned incense tools to attract wild Pokemon to me so I can catch them and complete my arsenal of fake creatures. I caught a Tangela in my office lobby and a Horsea right outside Starbucks because someone used a lure there, WHICH IS WHY I WENT IN THE FIRST PLACE.
I am a grown ass woman and mother, and THIS was one of the best parts of my day. I’ve been sucked into the black hole of Pokemon Go, and I can’t get out. I wish Charlotte was old enough so I could at least use her as an excuse. But no. Last night as I was putting her to bed, I said what I always say: “mama loves you and will see you when you wake. In the morning, not at 2:30 AM, so keep your eyes closed. Now I gotta go catch em all.” I am so ashamed.
But you know what? I did almost 14,000 steps yesterday, so when I have legs like Tina fucking Tuner, we’ll see who is calling who a loser.
…I know I’m still the loser. Because 14k steps or not, I ate the cake pop by shoving the entire ball in my mouth and THEN going back inside for another. Because there was supposedly a Pinsir nearby, but that shitbag got away before I could grab it. WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE!