I see all the requests on facebook for candy crush – every
day. Multiple times a day. I see posts.
Victories. Complaints. I couldn’t resist. It was a little like Bejeweled blitz, but in
slow motion. Whatever. I’m done.
Ignoring the requests, I just keep playing my “drug(s) of
choice.” Bejeweled Blitz, Ruzzle, and
Canasta. Kerri turned me on to Blitz and
Ruzzle, but she moved on. I
haven’t. But then I see a tweet by my
son – WILL TWERK FOR MORE CANDY CRUSH LIVES Really?
I couldn’t resist the urge to try it out again. If it is holding Cole Carleton’s attention
enough to tweet about it, I better take a second look…..
That was one week ago today.
I went for 4 days without even realizing the meaning of his
tweet. I would play a couple of levels
and move on to something else. And then
came level 33. I was stuck. I then realized you get a new life every 30
minutes. I would try again. Then I set it to notify me when I had 5
lives. Gone. I was consumed with trying to beat that
level. Every free minute I was sneaking
in a try.
I finally beat level 33 in the airport while charging my phone. I wasn’t really even trying. I was certain I wouldn’t clear all the
jellies. I just wanted to use up all my
lives and before Brian sat down and we would play yahtzee. I moved on to the next level and then the
next. At some point I ran out of lives,
again.
Brian wasn’t feeling well, and asked the stewardess for a
blanket when we boarded the plane. She
was snarky with him. Rude. (My first class king was sitting coach with
me because there were no upgrades and was battling nausea and fever.) As we buckled our seatbelts and waited for
passengers to file in, I went back to my candy addiction. The same RUDE
stewardess approached from behind. I
think she is bringing the blanket – no. She
says, “what level are you?” “Excuse me?”
I answered. “Candy crush? What level are you? I have been stuck for 2 months on ….” I quit
listening. Wow. This lady was so tired that she was treating
people rudely, but as soon as she saw candy crush, happy, happy, happy was swimming through her
veins. WOW. I three-peat – WOW. Unbelievable.
The lady next to me joins in… "wait until you get to level 165. There are……" Seriously people, my husband is dying here, and forget the candy, he
might crush you if you don’t get him a blanket!
He never got the blanket.
I am now sending those pesky little requests for more lives
and something called tickets or something to unlock a bridge. I have no idea. 24 hours later, I am stuck on level 38. I don’t even know what a jelly is that I am
trying to remove or why I want all the fruit at the bottom. Now, I have shackles to break, and I am wondering if Christian Grey is lurking behind one of the jellies. Whatever.
You are welcome to ignore my requests, but if you are addicted too, send
a sistah a new life!
