Wii got a Wii. No, Christian and Richard got a Wii (and they ever-so-kindly told me that I could borrow their controllers if I really needed to).
Christian has been looking for an excuse to spend his allowance on a Wii for a looong time. When Richard's report card came (A, B+, B, B-, C, and enough graduation credits accounted for that he is no longer behind), Christian decided that was reason enough. So they went on a shopping spree.
The Wii had only been in our house a matter of hours before I convinced Richard to get out his old-school nintendo so that I could play Super Mario Brothers 3. It's the only game I can play. Scratch that. The only game I could play. Scratch that, too. I really only played it at our cousins' house in Oregon using the Game Genie and flying through the levels.
I don't think either of them really understood the degree to which I suck at video games. I think it was hurting them to the very core to watch me die over and over (and over and over) without even getting halfway to the castle in the first level (or world or whatever they are called). And they gave up saying things like "If you do such-and-such you can get an extra such-and-such" after I assured them for the millionth time that I wasn't interested in extra stuff. All I wanted to do was jump over the little mushroom guy without dying! I am bad. Bad. Video games really aren't my thing.
So while it is fun to kick Christian's butt at Wii boxing and hurt my arm playing Wii tennis, I can't really say I'm necessarily ecstatic about having a Wii. Oh wait. I don't have a Wii. Christian and Richard do.
And since I really have absolutely nothing else on my mind to share with all you blog friends, I'll leave you with some super cute pictures. That's all people really want anyway. Here is my cute husband minus anywhere from 23-28 years.
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