I have never paid so much money to be insulted in my life.
We bought a Wii for each other for Christmas. We haven't had a game system in the house. Um. Ever. And I wasn't completely sold on having one. I mean, if we got one it had to be the Wii, because at least you have to get off your butt and move a little. We are clearly 8 and cannot wait until Christmas. I was excited to play, we played each of the games that came with it. Yay for bowling, I suck in real life, but am unstoppable in Wii world. Uh, boxing is hard, and tiring, and possibly the best workout I've had in ages.
And then I did the fitness challenge.
And then it told me my Wii age. 62.
And then I threw it in the garbage, because no one is allowed to speak to me like that. Not only that, you can only do the challenge once a day, so it would be another 24 or so hours before I could prove to myself that I am not 62.
Clinton, of course, is a cheapskate and pulled it back out of the garbage and because he's mean and evil, he tied the controller to my hand and MADE me do it again the next day. 58.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat. 33. This has nothing to do with my competitive streak. Nope. Nothing at all.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat. 29.
The Wii can stay.
But now I'm not sure I want to do it again, because what if my age goes up?
Also, Clinton bought me a WiiFit, so I shall be trying that puppy out this weekend.