I never knew that a children’s toy could bring so much pain and suffering into my life. McKade has developed a serious addiction to these ever-morphing objects, and by default Rogan has also developed an unhealthy attraction to them as well. Of course, this seems all fine and dandy until I become the one faced with transforming these bastards toys.
Not only do I spend 43.5% of my time twiddling the doors into arms and the roof into bullet proof armored side impact resistant legs, I also have to spend 52.5% mediating sibling warfare between the boys all because someone has someone else’s freaking transformer. Let’s do the math:
43.5% + 52.5% = Too Much God-Damned Time Spent on Transformers
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again and again and again…I don’t get paid enough money to do the job I do, let alone twiddle and fix transformers. I am so wishing the toy fairy would come and take these things away.