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Wii will Rock You

For my b-day this year, I asked for toys. Again. For the 36th time. Why can't I ask for adult things like restaurant gift cards, golf clubs or household items? I guess I could ask for these things, but the bigger question is why don't I want them?

So this year was about the Wii. Momma-Koog got me the Wii console, Wii Fit and Mario Kart with the Wii wheel. Of course, I wanted every accessory for my Wii that was available on the free market. My Wife, the woman that has the patience of a saint, proved her love once again by getting me the Wii Sports pack with the extra controller, the sports accessory bundle with the tennis racket among other cool things, the controller recharging system, HD cables and all sorts of other awesome Wii things.

With the gift cards from my Mother & Sister-in-Law, I got RockBand, Wii Ski, another nunchuk, Rapala Fishing, and the recharger for the Wii fit.

I think the only person impressed by my Wii-loot was my neighbor. He's 7.

After much persuasion, The Wife and Momma agreed to play RockBand with me. My Wife is an amazing Wii Bassist. Who knew? Momma, on the other hand, not so gifted in the music department. She was asked to leave the band after trying her hand at the drums, guitar, bass and vocals (ouch). She is now our number one fan/groupie/chef and dog sitter.

We are looking for a drummer...anyone out there interested?

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