Santa brought my nephew a Wii for Christmas, and luckily for me (or unluckily, based on how you look at it) he was considerate enough to also bring an extra remote and nunchuck. Consequently, I've spent the last 24 hours, give or take the few hours Chandler allowed me to sleep, playing De Blob, Raving Rabbids TV Party, and Wii Sports. Let me tell you. There's nothing like a video game to make you realize how out of shape you are. Seriously, when I woke up this morning, I could barely move my right arm. The inside of my arm hurt from the wrist to the shoulder blade. My entire right shoulder also hurt, as did my neck, the back of my thighs, my inner thighs, and my butt. I would guess that the rest of me would have hurt, too, had Santa also brought the Wii fit. Thankfully, he spared me the additional torture.
Despite the pain, I have to admit that the Wii is pretty fun. I wouldn't mind if Santa brought me one next year for Christmas, or some family member got me one for my birthday. (Hint, hint if any of them are reading this post.) I'm a lot better at it than I am at the Xbox, DS, or Gameboy. However, with two Wiis in the family, I might have to take out guaranteed issue life insurance or at least health insurance. Several times now, Chandler has gotten so into the movements that he has nearly hit me in the nose. I'm scared that he might take out more than a few nasal bones tomorrow when we try the two Star Wars games he got tonight. Use the force, Chandler. Just don't break any of my bones while you're doing it.
