The defeat of man

This year for Christmas I decided to break down and buy the ever popular Wii game system for my husband...well partially at least. He got to open it, but we both get to enjoy it. I had visions of him opening it and being happy, rushing downstairs to set it up like any kid on Christmas morning would do and I was not disappointed. Before the champagne was uncorked, he had it set up and ready to go.

The system came with the Wii Sport game and in addition I also bought the new Super Mario brothers game in reminiscence of our former youth. So after breakfast the journey into world 1-level one of Mario began as we laughed at his little "it's a go". What I soon discovered was that not only was Mario a little man who enjoys begin killed when he is at the mercy of my remote but according to my husband he is a f#$%ing bastard as well as other obscenities not to be within 100 yards of a child's earshot. As he tries to make Mario jump by moving with the remote up and down and side to side, I have to bob and weave to avoid the remote colliding with the side of my head.

I bought this game in hopes of fun and laughter and instead the lord's name has been taken in vain several times that even the dog has left the room after being scared that he was the "son of a bitch". B. is more stressed out after 1/2 an hour of this game then he is after trying to remodel a kitchen with me constantly changing the plans. I guess he can't blame those grey hairs on me anymore.

But some good has come out of this, his backhand in tennis is getting stronger and when we play Mario together not only do I continue to die on a regular basis but now I have my husband who can save me after he kills all the bad guys. How heroic.