Day 4 of Wii-ness. Still feel just as tingly about it. It's like we've become a different family, one so much better than before. I'm still awesome, too. Actually, I'm more awesome, if you can believe it. I don't know why you wouldn't believe it, but whatever; that's your dumb problem, not mine.

At any rate, I'm totally schooling my family at Wii Sports. It's not even funny. I bowled The Chosen One to smithereens yesterday. I was nailing strike after strike after strike until he was like, "Wahhhhhh! Stop, dominating me, Daddy!" What a wussy. You'd think he'd be tougher given that half of him is me and all, but beggers can't be choosers and the horse won't drink that water if you can't lead the thing.

Lil' Buddy is just as bad. When I did my victory dance after devastating him in tennis he got all touchy about it and yelled, "But I'm only three!" What do I care if he's only three? I beat him fair and square. When he beats me at Chutes and Ladders I don't go around screaming, "But I'm only 37!" Jeezus.

My Lady, surprisingly enough, takes her losses like a man. I think before the game even starts she's reconciled she's going to lose, and that makes her total destruction a little easier for her to take. Doesn't stop me from pointing my fingers in her face when I house her at golf, though. Ha-ha! Sucker!

So, yeah, we're totally a stronger, happier family now that we've been Wii-ified. The state of our union kicks ass! If only every family could have a Wii. The terrorists wouldn't stand a chance.

Alrighty, I'm off to Wii-box the cat. Pussy won't know what hit him.

This post is dedicated to the Grand Tetons.