So my daughter takes one of these Family and Consumer Sciences classes and part of her final was to take home one of these fake babies for the weekend. These things are computer programmed to cry for various reasons, and she has to scan a bracelet and then perform a task on it (feed it, change it, rock it, shake it, whatever).
I don't know who set the difficulty level to All-Madden but I'd like for them to eat a bag of glass. That little f'er cried on average of at least once every hour. She came into my bedroom Saturday night (3:00 a.m.) panicking because the little f'er kept going off twice an hour. Nightmare. Welcome to the real word, sweetheart. Practice abstinence.
Meanwhile, my son had one of his stupid 13 year old friends over on the same night. I woke up to the smell of food cooking. They decided they needed to make pancakes at 2:30 a.m. which prompted me to conduct a search of his room and his friends personal belongings because only potheads make pancakes at 2:30. Nothing found. Sanity lost.
*We drove from Bowling Green to Middelsboro Friday before school let out. We played a game at Bell County late that night, woke up early the next morning, ate breakfast, toured the Middlesboro Mall, cried at the sadness, and then played another game early that afternoon. We drove back to Bowling Green, dodging tornadoes and hail later that afternoon and evening. Somewhere along the way, I threw out my back coughing so hard from Covid-23 or something. I couldn't wait to get some sleep and rest and then I walk in to all of ^that^ ********. This must be what it's like to be Krazy.
OFF TOPIC OBSERVATION: You haven't seen sad until you've been to the Middlesboro Mall and seen their version of Santa's Playground photo-op. Just a dude in a dingy Santa costume sitting next to a wall with a plastic backdrop. I didn't see any lighting or a professional type of camera. Just a photographer with a digital camera, Santa, and another "helper."