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To Wii or not to Wii

For my birthday, my loving husband surprised me with a Wii! Equipped with controllers and the newest Super Mario Bros (where up to 4 people can play at one time..fun, but less effective).

Needless to say since that time less and less seems to get done around the house. For instance, tonight I had New Beginnings for mutual (-sidenote: I have a new calling as the 2nd counselor in the YW program-VERY excited!). I asked Brent to straighten up some as the in-laws will be here on Fri. and our family room is a disaster zone--but we cleaned the office! (aka transferred everything to the family room). I come home to find, Brent, Aaron, Winston, and you guessed it level 6 of the Wii.

He did shred some of the documents that required shredding. How do I know? There is a million little pieces of shredded paper on the floor. Lovely.


p.s. I'm not actually annoyed..I love him, and am also slightly addicted to the Wii....

Comments

larshannon said…
The best possible news for you is that your MIL won't judge you no matter how your house looks. I know because she has never once mentioned that my house was messy, even if it was.

So, go ahead a play some more wii.

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