RAGE.

It's kind of a tradition that my brother and I each get a video game for Christmas. What can I say? We're junkies. I mean, really. I don't think I could survive more than a month without playing video games at least once. Everyone I know can attest to that fact. Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, Jak and Daxter, you name an RPG, I've probably played it, and Logan's big into the sports games, specifically NBA stuff. So anyway, I got the new Jak and Daxter game (YEAH!) and Logan got... um... (what did he get?) Oh. NBA 2k10. Or something. (I don't know these things.)

Anyway, the extended family live in Missouri and Kansas, so every year around Christmas we log thousands of miles on the cars and ship out. Usually we open presents Christmas morning and then load up, are in Saint Louis by evening, stay the night, and then head to Kansas.

Now, anyone who's been doing the math can see where this is going. New video game = desire to play. However, being in a car = no PS2. So I packed up the PS2 and our new games and cords and all that good stuff and we headed off, hoping to get some playtime in at the hotel.

Well, Logan gets to unpacking the PS2 and quickly realizes... the controller is missing.

I could have SWORN I stuck it in there. I mean, I distinctly remember wrapping it up and telling Logan, "I'm only packing one controller," and him saying, "Okay," and then taking it into my room, and then... nothing. I am now confident that it is sitting on my bed, thinking, 'no one loves me. They took the Playstation and NOT ME.'

(I'm sorry, poor abandoned controller. I do love you. I promise.)

So basically we've got new games, a nice big TV, a working PS2... and no way to play it. FML.