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Aww Jeez

Seems that I like the Wii. A lot. I bowled so much yesterday. The husband and I went out last night and shot darts for a couple hours. Then today, my sister in law and her husband came over. We bowled more. I played baseball. I'm so unAmerican because I can't stand baseball. Too boring for me. I like it on the Wii though. Apparently I'm good at throwing fast pitches. I'm also good at making my shoulder feel like it wants to leave my body.

"Great, we spend all that money on a Wii and now we'll have medical bills from The Broad bowling. Fabulous."

My poor husband.

Also, I think I'm missing the page in my son's operating manual that talks about stinky toots (are they toots when talking about a boy or are they farts? Gah!) when he hasn't eaten anything to make him gassy or the gas stinky. What. The. Hell. The kid stinks people. Very much bad.


Lou said…
Ha! Boys are just stinky. Trust me on this- I have one of each, bathe and groom them equally- the boy stinks. Feet, farts, all stinky.

I have heard several people complian of injuries from fake Wii sports :-)

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