An Open Letter to Candy Crush

Dear Candy Crush,

I was perfectly fine.  I was spending time with Boy and Girl Children.  I was reading.  I was completing projects at home that have been going on for months.

And then you came along.

You and your shiny, colorful, exploding candy.

You and your have-to-wait-30-minutes to get a new life unless you sell your childrens' souls (which one do you want?).

I love you.  And I hate you.