Welcoming the Wii
Last night we welcomed the newest addition to our family, the glorious Wii. It’s hours of fun. It’s an exercise routine. And all future domestic disputes will be settled in the Wii Boxing ring.
By the time we went to bed, Ellen had already morphed into the superior Wii Tennis athlete. She’ll be working late tonight, which means I’ll have hours of training.
Bailey was not a big fan of the Wii. Here she’s just puzzled by the box. But when we were playing – to her, flailing around wildly and without reason – she shifted into crazy puppy mode, making it difficult to bowl.
She was much happier when the evening’s Wii festivities had concluded.
But when the consumer electronics gods giveth, they also taketh away. Earlier that night, our crock pot was ruined by what smelled like a delicious pork roast. Not sure what went terribly wrong, but our slow-cooking days are over.