Wii Love It

On Saturday morning, my dad and I and Gyan and Simran drop by Fry's to kill some time. Before I know it, I am standing in the checkout line with a Wii in my grubby hands. Simran tries to talk sense into me ("save money", "what will Auntie Jo say", etc), but I persist.

Wii bring it back home and have a blast. Simran and Essy are vicious when it comes to boxing. Carol likes bowling. Even my dad took a turn at it (which was ostensibly my reason for the purchase). And, this morning, Vivian took a couple of swings out on the fairway.



As Wii drive back to Austin this morning in the restored Miata (henceforth to be called "Ginger"), with the Wii in the trunk, I am thinking - who needs stuff? But if you gotta have stuff, it may as well be of the kind that makes you happy.