So I thought you were supposed to get your wife a present on Mother’s Day, not the other way around. Note the following conversation that occurred Sunday afternoon. My nephew and his wife brought their Wii to the Madre’s Day celebration, which made Weed Version 2.1 and 2.2 happy.
Note: WAG = Weed’s Amazing Goddess
WAG: I was thinking we should get a Wii. Weed (secretly happy but playing it straight): I was thinking that too, since Caleb likes it so much. We’ll get him one for his birthday in September. WAG: I was actually thinking we should get it before we go on vacation in July. Weed (quite ecstatic now but still keeping the game-face on): OK, if you want. WAG: You should probably start looking now so we have it by then Weed (in a delirium of joy but somehow not showing it): Uhm, if you think we should.
This is same man who secretly teared up when his son cried because he couldn’t play his cousin’s GameBoy, because I understood. Our generation (I’m (PI * 10) + 3) was the first to grow up with a joystick in our hands that wasn’t given to us by Mother Nature.
And now, I’m buying my son his first video game system. Really, it’s for him. 🙂
My two thoughts are A) How much I will damage my son’s chances with women by buying this instead of making him pitch baseballs left-handed for hours at a time and B) Does my wife comprehend what she’s unleashed? She’s locked the alcoholic in the Coors refinery after-hours. She’s stuffed $10K in the gambler’s pockets and left him at the Borgata. She bought the sexaholic baby oil and an access pass to MrSkin.com.
In other words, I love her to death. She’s the greatest.
My $.02 Weed