He has a case of wee arms, which is entirely different, but does raise the question (at least in my warped train of thought (no leaves on the line today, but you have been mysteriously rerouted to Bury St Edmunds*, enjoy your stay)) of what the T-Rex did when he had an itchy arse. Hmmmm. Find the nearest available mountain and go for a nice rub up against it I suppose. I wonder if that’s what finished them off? Anyway. I digress (there’s a change. Not!).
I have seriously sore arms today because of one of these:
And an awful lot of this:
We (that is the royal we, as in Kendo and me) decided to treat ourselves to a Nintendo Wii at the weekend (because we’ve worked hard (well Kendo has) and sometimes it’s just nice to buy something frivolous for yourselves, isn’t it??)).
It is serious fun playing Wii, but I ache in bits I didn’t know I had. I can’t remember that last time I had so much exercise. I don’t know. Does child birth count as exercise? When I was doing that there was certainly a lot of sweating and huffing and puffing and Monica Seles type grunting, and some cow noises, apparently (Kendo informs me I make cow noises when I’m giving birth. Yeah, thanks for that hun). To any of you who haven’t had the pleasure of squeezing small people out and found the cow noise idea particularly funny I’ll just suggest that you try squeezing something the size of a melon out of a hole the size of a lemon and see what strange and interesting noises you can come up with :P
So, after beating Kendo at Wii bowling by bowling a 156 my first time out (to his 85…. Hah! Totally kicked his arse!) and playing various Wii sports for the rest of the weekend I’ve come to realise the following:
1. I’m much better at Wii bowling than I am at actual bowling.
2. Years of
3. I’d be better at Wii tennis if I didn’t have to do anything but serve.
4. I’m a pit bull when it comes to Wii boxing. Which is strange, because I hate real boxing with a passion. So, should I ever be set upon by a group of tiny cartoon Miis in a dark alley, chances are I could wipe the floor with them. Of course, should I ever have the misfortune to get into a real fight I’d probably be toast in minutes.
5. Wii golf turns the sport (hah!) of golf from a good walk ruined into a reasonably entertaining pastime.
6. I could never be American. I totally suck at Wii Baseball.
7. We really, really need to invest in a second nun chuck controller so I can beat Kendo up without getting arrested. Forget couple’s therapy – all you need is a couple of rounds of Wii boxing (cheap at half the price!).
I really must go and do some work today. We’ve got a meeting with the big cheeses from the university tomorrow.
No, not that kind of big cheese, the kind that wears suits and it full of self importance. So it’s a mental day today trying to get everything ready.
*apologies to anyone living in, or from Bury St Edmunds. I wasn’t implying it wasn’t a nice place to be – just somewhere that’s not really on my average route. It was the first place name that popped into my head. I don’t know why. I didn’t even know he was dead *Groan* (sorry, dodgy panto humour moment).