Family time is great, unless you’ve taught your wife how to play Call Of Duty: Black Ops II. Then family time is me, waiting for someone to notice I’m here.

I’m not complaining, I mean, how many guys wouldn’t want their wife to take and interest in their recreational activities? Ok, maybe not that many, but for me it was great because we get all that ‘together time’ that she keeps saying she wants and I get to play a video game.

However, I am now convinced that this is a bad idea. When my daughter Meredith comes by, they crank up the XBox and it’s off to Nuke Town or some other level for thirty minutes of nonstop gameplay. I guess I could add a player, but no one wants to play on half the screen size as the other players, so I am resigned to sit it out or go get soft drinks. Video games are the bane of civilization I tell you!

On the bright side, I was able to get some work done. Maybe I can pry her off long enough to go have a nice quiet dinner or take in a movie. Maybe we could just talk about stuff.