My Beloved purchased something for me. It's kinda silly. It really is. It's not something a woman of ahem my age, would/should want.
And want it I did!
I was saving for it. That's how bad I wanted it. I read reviews. I talked about it and talked about it and talked about it.
Then reality set in and I used some of my savings for gas money (remember I have been off work for nearly a month now). Then, I told Beloved that we should use the rest of the money to pay the guy who was trimming some trees for us. He protested, saying that was my money I'd been saving.
But we're adults and sometimes adults have to do the responsible thing. It's my excuse all the time. I find it difficult to purchase silly things for myself when there are so many other things (think college textbooks) that need to be bought.
This little habit or martyrdom of mine drives my Beloved crazy, but he's kind of use to it after twenty-three years of marriage.
So, I put my dreams and wishes on the back burner and pushed on through the day, promising myself that one day I would buy this silly thing that had captured my attention.
That was until last week when Beloved came home with a Wii.
I know, I know, I know! I'm forty-three years old. What on earth do I need a Wii for? Truth be told, I wanted it for the Wii Fit program to get both of us moving. I wanted it to play with the kiddies. I just plain wanted it!
Beloved knew it and he used money he wasn't expecting to purchase it for me. He's the best! After making all the appropriate noises about how he shouldn't have and how we can't afford it, I threw my arms around him and thanked him.
I just want to say, I love my Wii! I love the workout that I programed even though it is killing me and I have yet to actually complete the entire thing. I'm still recovering, remember?
I love playing games with my family.
Just between us, I cannot wait to buy Zelda! HA!!!
Yes, it's true, Annie is a gamer. Annie loves her a video game. When the children were just little sprouts I would stay up late playing Zelda or Mario. Sometimes Annie was crabby in the morning because she stayed up too late playing video games. Sad, yes, but true.
When I asked my bestest buddy, The Writer, about those years of playing video games when our kids were little, she justified our actions by saying, "It was the one thing that kept us from blowing our brains out."
She may be right.
Regardless, after years of not allowing video games in the house, I quit cold turkey when Boy was about five, I am back in the game.
And it feels so good.
I know it's silly, but I love my Wii!