I am married with children. My husband and I are doing our best to raise open minded, caring, happy kids. But we are realistic, so we are keeping records of our shortcomings for the therapists they'll surely need in the future.
For the past month or so my hubby has been talking about this new gadget for the Wii, you may have heard of it. Wii Fit? Yeah, so, ho-hum, another piece of exercise equipment the kids will beg to use more than I do. Fold away, lookin' at you here. Great, approximately $100 for a toy.... um balance board to shove into the already crowded space under our entertainment center. Surely the DDR pad is lonely under there and needs a boyfriend. Are you following along here? Me neither. He kept talking and I kept uh huh-ing. Wednesday morning he gives it one last shot with a phone call telling me Jeff at the office is buying a Wii Fit, like RIGHT NOW! AND... they have more! Do I want him to rush right over and get us one? Um, let me think...nope. This is what I had imagined Wii Fit to be (how these people got into my brain I'll never know! Scary ain't it?)
Then my cyber friend "Raven" over at Just Expressive got a Wii Fit. And she was all, it's so fun. You all see where this is going right? I call hubby at work. Paraphrased actual conversation, because Hello this was two days ago, I can not possibly recall word for word, but you'll get the idea.
Me: That Wii Fit thing-a-ma-gig, can you still get me one? Hubby: I doubt it. Besides you didn't want one. Me: Yeah, but Raven said it was fun. Hubby: Raven, huh, Did you even watch the videos I told you about? Me: Um no, but she said there were like games, and most important you can password protect your info. Hubby: Been telling you this for awhile. Me: And your point? Hubby: Could've had one this morning had you been paying attention. Me: So you can't get one on the way home? Hubby: Again, pay attention, everyone wants one! There will be none left. Me: Could you check? Hubby: Whatever.
I was hoping that since they work in a bad part of town, and pricey items like that don't exactly fly out the door, seeing as it's too big to shoplift and all, they might still have one. So now? Kicking myself in the ass, because of course, none left.