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So I'm having a craptastic Monday morning, right? Starts at 6 twentyish and goes on and on and on and on and on until my ride shows up at three. I don't even know that happened in that last class, I swear.
Yet when I come home, not only do I have dishes to wash, homework to do (still not done), there's a Wii box in my room. Let me tell you, it's aptly named.
I love the boxing game.
Daddy's says I'm violent. Not true. If I really was violent, then I'd demand a real boxing bag.
Wii Mondays!
Yet when I come home, not only do I have dishes to wash, homework to do (still not done), there's a Wii box in my room. Let me tell you, it's aptly named.
I love the boxing game.
Daddy's says I'm violent. Not true. If I really was violent, then I'd demand a real boxing bag.
Wii Mondays!
