Is Rehab In My Future?

The first step is to admit you have an addiction.
Okay...
I have an addiction.
It is an addiction that kept Nicole (sisterinlaw who suffers from the same addiction) and I in the same room with only 2 bathroom runs for, 4, hours today. (I think she was feeding her addiction most of the day Saturday too.)
Hi, my name is Kaye and I am a Wiiaholic. I am not alone. Nicole is a Wiiaholic, she refuses to admit it right now.

She may look all nice, smiley, sweet, and innocent, she uses the kid as a cover.
Wii is a drug. Very addictive. It entices you with cute little Wii Mii's, you can even make your own. It flaunts offers of bronze, silver and gold medals. Congratulation mail arrives in your Wii Mii's mail box. The anticipation of the camaraderie, laughing and all the loads of fun to be had, sucks you in and its hard to put the Wii away.
Nicole wanted to win so badly at tennis, she began to devise plans to take me out, the one that worked was the shot to my elbow with her Wii controller that almost brought me to my knees and sent Nicole to her knees laughing and trying not to pee. Two can play at that game...I used my brain instead of my brawn, I distracted her during bowling, causing her to lean too much to the right and do the walking stumble , eventually leading to her demise, she fell into my ottoman stool/floor.

We are not good at golf. We stink at golf, which just reaffirms my belief that golf is STUPID and Air Hockey is stupid too.

We are good at TANKS. We worked well as a team playing Tanks. We passed on dressing for the event, we both thought that baths were not appropriate, so our battle uniforms were PJ's and no war paint. We were both suicide bombers, and we "had each other's backs", and we both laughed until we cried when Nicole had finally had enough of those opposing tanks and let the bullets rip screaming "This is for STELLLLLAAAAA". 90+ games of Tanks and we decided it was finally time for lunch, threw on some clothes, headed to town for food. (See we are not totally wasted, we did remember the important stuff, food, not showers.)

I sit here back in my PJ's wondering, "Am I headed for rehab?" I say no, no, no. I'm a Wiiaholic and I'm loving it.

Update on minor important goings on at Butler Family Diaries...

The water lines are fixed and covered up. There is a teeny, tiny problem, almost not worth mentioning. All the water works...

except...

The cold water to the bathtub. This poses a small problem come time to shower.