For those of you wondering why Sunday is throwing up, fear not. Sunday Regurgitation occurs every Sunday, when I link to a prior post of mine, because I am trapped under something heavy and am unable to write anything original or riveting. Hopefully someone will notice I’m missing, remove whatever is suffocating me and I’ll be back to normal by tomorrow. But just in case this doesn’t happen, think of me fondly.
Helena is busy playing Wii Fit and I’m busy avoiding Wii Fit by any means necessary, even if it means I have to run away from home.
Why would I want to play a game that tells me that my age is higher than it actually is, and I mean that in the THANK YOU FOR DIGGING MY GRAVE. NOW EXCUSE ME WHILE I PUT ONE FOOT IN IT kind of way.
And is portraying me as a chubby roly poly freak of nature with weird hair supposed to be incentive for me to lower my Wii Fit age?
Because it doesn’t.
All it does it make me want to take a sledgehammer to the game and shove it down my garbage disposal and then eat a donut.
I leave you with the story of how we came to own a Wii in the first place. And the second place. And the third place.
Have a great Sunday!