A Good Wiikend

Every weekend I face a struggle not uncommon to most young adults: Do I spend my time cleaning the apartment, sorting through the heaps of mail on the kitchen table, and doing the laundry? Or do I find a way to waste all 3000 minutes of the weekend?

I always end up picking the latter option, which explains why our kitchen smells like garbage and why a quick walk across the living room turns the bottoms of my feet black with dirt, and decorated with bits of dog hair.

Often I will use the state of things with my pretty new clothes hamper to measure just how well I'm being a grown up. Today, I was too embarrassed to even take a picture to show you. It's lid is propped open with dirty clothes, towels cascade down the side, making their own pile almost as tall as the hamper itself. There's a trail of socks leading away from it, as Seamus will select one sock at a time to put in his mouth, hold it for a while, and then drop it someplace else.

Oh, and here's a little tip for anyone facing the same "to clean or not to clean" dilemma:

Don't get a Wii.

I spent all of Saturday promising myself that I would clean the apartment, and then yesterday morning Devin comes home from Best Buy with a Wii and the Wii Fit. He'd been desperately wanting to buy a Wii since they came out, I think partly because he watched a friend of his lose 50 pounds from playing Wii boxing.

I can see now how that would be possible. The Wii is exhausting. We played from 11:30 am to 7:30 pm. My arms and back are sore from Wii tennis.

And Wii Fit is the coolest thing ever. It gives you a fitness assessment and tells you your BMI and how good your natural balance is and runs all of these tests. Then it tells you your real age, based on how healthy you are. I'm 32. Fan-freaking-tastic.

Also, you get to make this little avatar of yourself to play games and to do the workouts on Wii. It's called a Mii. And Miis are just adorable. And after you weigh yourself on Wii Fit, it automatically makes your Mii fatter. So that's neat...

By 9 o'clock last night, we were bored of TV, but too tired to play any more Wii games. This is when I remembered that you can connect to the internet through the Wii, and download old nintendo games.

Cut to me at 9:05, playing Super Mario 3. Did you know that the second you get back into a game that you haven't played since you were a kid, you remember EVERYTHING? Where the hidden 1-UPs are, all of the places where bad guys are about to sneak up on you, every note to every song on every level?

You know, I assumed that after Devin and I got engaged, it would mean a lot of new things for our relationship.

And apparently it meant we'd enter the video game obsessed stage of our lives.

I couldn't be happier.