Confession Time

I am addicted to FarmVille.

I was on FaceBook for a good long time, a year I think, without falling prey to any of the cool games it advertises.

Tuesday asked me to join FarmVille around the first of December so I could send gifts to fill her tree. I thought–okay. I’ll play through the end of the month and be tired of it. Then I’ll close out the app and forget about it.

Christmas came and went. I was still playing.

I told myself once I had enough money to buy the simplest house (because I didn’t want my FarmVillian to be homeless) I would stop.

The cottage came and went. And I was still playing.

A white mansion rose from my fields. Then a ski lodge, then a zoo, a horse farm, and a tropical islandish getaway spot.

One night, I don’t even remember what happened, but I was upset. My hubby knew I’d fallen in love with FarmVille and bought me FV cash.

That night a world of possibilities opened up and a monster was born…

Three months later, my farm looks less like a farm and more like a tiny town. I love to create and build. I love my farm. It makes me happy tending my animals and planting my crops.

It is the perfect way to de-stress.

This is my farm in all its glory. (Click to expand the photo.)

*happy sigh*

Now that you’ve seen how deep my FarmVille addiction runs, won’t you join me?

Friend me on FaceBook and let the farming begin!