A Wii Confession

Here is my Confession for the Week:

As of today, I am not in the running for the Housewife of the Week Award. In fact, if I had a boss and a paycheck, I'd probably have been called into the office for a serious hand-slapping by now. Call it the home equivalent of spending the work day on the computer playing Solitaire, but I can't help it... I'm officially addicted to Wii.

I finally got my paws on a Wii system yesterday, after months of fruitless searching, and now I can't stop playing. My arms literally ache from playing Wii Sports (Bowling appears to be the family favorite). I actually broke a small sweat playing Wii Tennis yesterday. And today I bowled two games against Middlest Daughter and got roundly schooled by her Mad Skills. Seriously... she bowled a 162 on the second game (6 spares and a double strike in a single game). All the curve correction and stance strategy in the world can't compete with a 4.75 year old on a mission.

The only good thing that can possibly come out of this is that I may actually get some exercise by playing a video game. If the ache in my triceps is any indication, I should have great tank top arms within a few days. I may actually be able to wave goodbye to someone without having to do the Beauty Queen Parade wave. No more wrist palm wrist palm wrist palm for me.

The possibility of upper arm fitness aside, I am going to quit playing for today, before someone refers me to a 12 step program. The bathrooms really can't wait any longer for the attention they deserve. Not that they're going to get the scrubbing they really need today. I don't think my arms can take it.

Bad Megan, no biscuit.