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This addiction has been going on for over three years now but the problem has escalated when I became pregnant in 2007. I thought the issue would go away but it hasn't. I'm not sure who to contact for help with this addiction.
Like any compulsive habit, it began slow. I know he receives that feel good "buzz" when he is performing this act. I have watched him experience that winner's high when he is in the moment of the compulsion. Sure an immediate gratification can feel nice but the long-term effects just aren't worth the trouble. Not for me. Not anymore!
I just need to put a stop to it, once and for all. I just pray that he will listen to his loving, caring wife and stop all this foolishness. I cannot handle this obsession of his from this point forward!
That's right, folks. My husband is addicted to claw machines....
You know, the machines that cost fifty cents to a dollar. You then use some germ-infested joy stick to unleash a claw that may or may not give you some random, hideous stuffed animal from inside. I call them the "Misfit Toys," or the reject disfigures made in Korea - the animals that NO ONE, I mean NO ONE would ever put up on a shelf and proudly display.
My husband is obsessed with these contraptions though. He will waste five dollars trying to win one animal for our three year old girl. Five dollars!!!
And that five bucks wins me what? Some hideous creature that looks like this:
Yes, this is an actual doll that my husband purposely won and paid for from a claw machine. You see my problem now, don't you?
I don't know about you but this particular animal (pictured above) scares me AND reminds me of a Chucky doll. You remember Chucky, right? The killer doll from the cheezy 80's and 90's movies called "Child's Play"!?
It's just creepy and a bit demonic looking. I am going to throw it away before it becomes alive and tries to kill me.
Every now and then my husband does manage to win a decent looking doll. One time he clawed his way to a Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz or most recently, Yogi Bear minus the picnic basket.
But enough is enough! We have stuffed animals practically shedding from our house walls. There are just too many of them and no place to put them. I'm tired of stepping all over them and finding my dog's drool on their distorted, cross-eyed faces!
Now Vivian is getting in on the action. You can already see her eyes start to glaze over when she spots one of these machines at a restaurant or inside the toy store. I'm losing her to this addiction too.
What is it going to take for me to win this fight? Will I have to place a square over my head and begin charging money for my husband to claw at me? Hmmm, actually that might not be a bad idea.... a fun little, sexy game we can play after Vivian is asleep at night...... and I could actually use a few extra dollars too..... oh yes, that could work.....
Oh well, nevermind. I guess it's not that bad of an addiction after all. I suppose it could be worse.
But please, oh please Kirk! No more misfit, frightening looking toys! I just can't take any more hairy figures or beady eyes staring at me throughout the house.
Okay, Thank you!
4 comments:
Now that is just too funny!
we use to be addicted to those as well when the boys were small. Over Christmas we cleaned out our God forsaken storage area and threw away about 150 of those nasty things! Kirk: don't do it any more, save yourself and your family from having to look at those ugly animals and pocket the money to take the girls to a movie or something fun! :) anne
It could be worse, right? He could lose instead of winning those hideous looking dolls. Maybe they can be used as dog toys for the animal shelter???
LOL. I see my boys falling for that addiction too. Something with the testosterone I guess. They think that they have to beat the powerful claw at its own game.
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