Five Reasons Why I Hate Call of Duty

1) Turtle Beaches. The first time Danny told me he wanted Turtle Beaches my initial reaction was, "that sounds like a nice place." Not sure what Turtle Beaches are? They are headphones. Very expensive headphones.

2) I'm never sure when Danny is actually talking to me or other gamers. If I answer, he usually isn't talking to me. If I ignore him, he's always talking to me.

3) When Danny isn't using his headphones I can hear the other players. Why do they insist on singing? And the swearing has got to go.

4) The "narrator" drives me crazy. It's like he's speaking a foreign language.

5) Danny  goes into a Call of Duty coma whenever he is playing. Example:

I just got out of the shower (nursing my freshly burned fingers...that's another story!) and see that the dog is going to town chewing something.

Me: What's Miley chewing?

Danny: Nothing.

Me: Really? She is really close to my computer (I knew exactly what she was doing)

Danny: OH SHIT.

Yes. That's right. I have 42 minutes left of my battery. And then I'm stealing my husbands computer until he replaces my battery charger.

ARG!