It’s me. The end.

This weekend, Brad and I went to Branson to visit his mom and step-dad. It was pretty late when we arrived because we are horrible packers and can’t plan worth crap. But anyway, we weren’t there 30 minutes, and already we got the addiction. The Wii Addiction.

Brad’s mom started it. She was playing it when we walked through the door. So naturally, the kids wanted a turn. And then of course, Brad and I had to have a go. Lemme just say: I am a Wii Bowling Supastah. I even had the cool bowler stance and everything. It was obvious that I should win.

Then probably like 2 seconds after the big victory, Brad’s old Wii injury starts acting up. You know, the one he got just now. Poor thing couldn’t even bowl properly, nor could he pour his own glass of sweet tea. Good lord, he’s stole my M.O. Cuz I have an old aerobics injury that keeps me on the couch watching TV for hours.

Next day, we all go watch Noah, The Musical at the new Sight & Sound Theater. It was a pretty good show, and the kids had a good time, evident by Jadyn sleeping through the first half. Which always spells a good time for me. Except it’s usually free food, then nap. And probably a new potato scrubber thrown in the middle.

(And despite what I just said, I am an extremely cool person.)

After the show, we went to the Landing, which is a downtown shopping/restaurant/cultural area by the lake. I had so much fun there; I was really in my element. Stores were everywhere and I wanted to go in all of them. There were musicians playing for dollars, and a couple of guys drumming on buckets. And I got sucked in by the street vendor who soaked up a two liter off a swatch of carpet with the Super Shammy. Yeah, I totally got two of those.

And then somehow I got sucked into buying a manicure set for natural nails. But I have the fake ones. So really I don’t know what I’m going to do about that. All I’m saying is that lady shouldn’t have come at me with her bottle of scented lotion. It was like, I’m walking, walking, walking, then HELLO! I’m putting lotion on you and you will LIKE IT.

Salesladies are scary.

Sunday was our last day in Branson. And can I just say: That stupid Wii. Disguised playtime as exercise, and now I’m paying for it. Or else, I’ve contracted Brad’s Wii disease. Something, cuz my arms are killing me. How am I supposed to DVR in this condition? It’s a dire situation, believe me.  Plus, it just goes to show you how out of shape I am.  I can’t even Wii bowl without popping a joint.  Blah.

Brad’s mom took me and his sister out shopping for a bit before we headed home. She offered to buy us purses so Sarah and I spent eons trying to pick one. I couldn’t decide between the Vera Wang and the apt. 9. And yes you read that right. I couldn’t decide between the Vera Wang and the apt. 9. What’s apt. 9 you ask? Exactly.

But the apt. 9 was a much better fit for me, strap- and pocket-wise. So, as hard as it was, I put the beautiful Vera Wang back on the shelf.

Mannnnnn. It sucks to grow up sometimes.

So now, back at work, I am nursing the Wii injuries, trying to hold my purse by myself (amazing how many muscles you use for that), and resisting the urge to use my Super Shammy on purpose. Cuz you know I totally want to pour liquids on everything.

And now the phone is ringing. It is a customer needing some travel. And I just stare at it and laugh. This Wii pain is going to work out after all.

Hooray for the Wii!