Ever since the day it came out, I’ve been begging my husband for a Wii. Oh, I know I could just go out and buy one on my own (assuming I can find one for sale), but I know that unless he agrees to the purchase he’ll never play it.
And I want him to. I really do. Because I want to kick his ass at boxing.
Not that I’d tell him that, mind you. No, I’m working the angle of, “Gee, honey, there are all sorts of fitness-oriented games coming out for the Wii. Think of how much fun you’d have watching me jump around doing them.” Which, because he knows me well, he translates to: “Gee, honey, c’mon. I really want to kick your ass at boxing.”
Which, come to think of it, might explain why we still have only a PlayStation. And why, no matter how much I beg, he will NOT play EyeToy Kinetic with me.
Chubby Mommy 
