As I type, I am expecting the UPS man to bring something to my door that just might make me a widow.
Our Wii is on the way.
My husband is a big kid. Really.
When I met him, some 11 1/2 years ago, I was amused that he had a Star Trek phone that sounded the red alert when it rang. Funny, no? It was endearing that he spent half his paycheck on CDs and VHS tapes. A 100+ collection of shot glasses were displayed as predominantly as pictures of his parents (gag me with a spoon! About the parents, not the shot glasses. How do you think he got me over there in the first place??).
I enjoyed the fact that he was young at heart. The children of my friends and my young relatives loved playing with him; in fact, my cousin's little boy, then 3, said that he thought my then 25 year old fiance was 11. This was wonderful, right?
I have curtailed most of his childish ways. The Star Trek phone? Totally gone. The CD and DVD obsession is curbed thanks in part to Netflix and children. And the kid that is still in him? Makes him a great dad. But the dude still loves video games.
So, at Christmas, I contemplated buying him a Wii. I decided against it because we were planning to build a family room in our basement and I really didn't want him playing his toy in the middle of my living room. So, I didn't buy the several that I saw with plans to get him one for our 10th anniversary and another fancy TV to go with it.
Who knew that the freaking things were going to be impossible to find??
So, a few weeks ago, as the construction crew was banging around downstairs, I diligently began calling the local stores daily trying to score me some Wii. It was fruitless. With a fourteen month old, I couldn't go park at Wal-Mart standing in line for the afternoon in the
hopes that they would get some in. (And, FYI, just because the Evil Empire that is Wal-Mart employs my husband doesn't mean the butt lickers will hold one for us. Oh, no! God forbid!)
My husband is growing frantic at this point. I had promised him a Wii for our anniversary (March 7) but didn't deliver. The basement construction was wrapping up last week when he slipped into full on panic. It was a conspiracy! The Wiis were being hoarded by....well, someone! We were never going to get one! The sky was falling! Run!
Then, an act of kindness by the good Lord himself befell us on Friday. Wal-Mart's website had Wii bundles available. My husband was seriously a kid in a candy store. Which games to choose? Which accessories? How long until it comes?
So, we ordered it.
I had orders today to stay home (he asked nicely, of course, because he is a nice, polite boy) in case I had to sign for the blessed Wii (do you hear the angels singing ever so softly in the background each time those three letters come across your vision?).
The Wii comes today and the TV comes Friday. It was really a good
ten years of being married. I will miss him. *sniff*
