I must confess: I am making myself sit down and write this post. I don’t really want to be writing right now. My new love has stolen all other joys away from me; I didn’t want to sleep last night, I didn’t want to drink coffee this afternoon, I didn’t want to work out, and I don’t want to write.
Damn you, Wii.
Yes, we got a Wii. Technically, I suppose the Wii belongs to the girls, but – meh, details. They have to do silly things like go to sleep and go to church with their grandparents. Not me. I had one itty, bitty little brunch and then I played with that sucker until my arm felt like falling off. But I’m getting a little bit ahead of myself. If I’m going to write, I’m going to tell the story the right way.
I recently got a very, very good deal on a Wii thanks to Mir over at Want Not. Seriously – the Wii was marked down to $199 and I got a free controller, a free motion doohickey, and a free $50 game. So I picked one up to stash away until Christmas. And lo, I was very, very sad because once I bought it, I wanted to play with it. So my IO asked me if he could buy it from me to give to the girls as a joint birthday gift. And I said yes because then I could play with it and not feel guilty about all the secret-play time I would have logged by the time we connected it in December.
So we put together the Wii on Friday night and the four of us figured out a few games. On Saturday I unlocked the 100-pin bowling game and Bee learned how to be a world-champion airplane crasher. On Saturday night I figured out how to download the original Super Mario Brothers and I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning trying to remember all the cheats and tricks. (How is it that after 20-some-odd years I can remember where all the hidden coin boxes are but nothing else?!) That night I went to bed with a newly forming blister that throbbed so badly it took me awhile to fall asleep.
And then there was Sunday. Sunday when I played 100-pin bowling for two straight hours trying to beat the high score. (Um…which would be mine. Riiiight.) Which explains why I can’t lift my right arm above my head and why I have rug burn on the top of my right foot (What?! I bowl better if I trail my foot behind me when I release.) I considered calling in to work today, but I don’t know if I can’t take any more injuries. Also, my co-worker is leaving early and my boss probably doesn’t want to fill in for us.
It was a fun weekend – especially when Gracie answered the phone and told my sister she had answered because I was about to die. That was a little easier than explaining to Jillian this morning during my 30-day Shred workout why I couldn’t do a push up because I spent the weekend bowling. It is not pretty when someone on a DVD makes you cry. It is ALL that stupid Wii’s fault!