My friend Young Greg asked me to write a guest post about our new Wii for his blog. Here’s a little excerpt:

I don’t care to know how many hours I’ve lost over the years to Zelda. My husband also has a long history with Nintendo. I’ve never seen anyone with Tetris skills to match his. The man’s a block-stacking genius.

Early in our marriage, we wiled away the hours playing video games. And then, as they do, things changed again.

We had a baby.

Head on over to Game Over to read the rest. And tell Young Greg I sent you.

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I’m so pleased that Heather found this and decided to share it. Horatio Caine makes me laugh nearly as much as Michael Scott.

Put on your shades, folks. It’s cheese time.

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I wish there really was a Barry Gibb Talk Show. I wish Jimmy Fallon and Justin Timberlake had their own show. About fighting crime. In leisure suits, preferably.