Life is incomplete without a Wii

Wii

I didn’t know I wanted a Wii until the Man said “I want a wii.”  Well, even then I don’t think I wanted a Wii.  When was the last time I played video games?  Can’t remember.  And I have been told on many occasions that the Man is a video and computer game GOD.  By the Man himself.  I have no reason to dispute his statement.  But I don’t want to play him either.

Now me, I am not a video and/or computer game GODDESS.  In fact, I still move video game controllers in the direction I’m trying to video game maneuver.  I’m a real seasoned pro.  I can barely speak during games, I have no hand-eye coordination and talking throws my concentration.  And, if you think that’s bad, you should see my play real games, like volleyball.  I look like one of those pigmy fainting goats, all the grace of a beached sea lion.  My limbs move in staccato actions usually reserved for the Robot dance.  Oh the horror.

Last week the Man made me stop by a game store.  He said that he was gonna buy the Wii.  Right then and there.  But, it was out of stock, so we left.  Empty handed.  And now I want one.  I keep fantasizing about playing.  Circumstances in which I could whip it out and kick butt.  The Man and I would have challenges.  We call them the 1811 (insert champion of what) Champions.  Right now I think he’s the 1811 Dancing Champion.  He’s also the 1811 Wrestling Champion.  I’m just the 1811 Champion, period.  But he may dispute that.  I see an opportunity to become the 1811 Wii Boxing Champion.  Or the 1811 Wii Bowling Champion.  I WANT TO BE A WII CHAMPION!

The ladies are coming over tomorrow night to drink cheap wine and cocktail while wearing dresses on the roof of our building.  There’s supposed to be a Rooftop Party for all the residents, but it may rain.  And if so, we’d be heading inside, to what I’ve deemed Fleur’s Lounge.  Now.  If I had a Wii, we could totally rock out while drinking wine.  In Fleur’s Lounge.  Wearing our dresses.  But alas.  I don’t have a Wii. 

Life is incomplete.