What the big people do

I know this is a single-minded mommy blog, but sometimes the adults in the house want a place to brag, too. So I may expand just a bit, and if that gets approval I'll keep going. Thanks for the compliments and emails you're sending, by the way. Even though I may act like I don't need praise, I secretly crave as much as I can get. Not so secret now, huh? Or was that just a semi-veiled plea for more comments? I'll never tell.
Anyway, What We're Digging en la casa de Smith:
Man vs. Wild Have you SEEN Bear Grylls? The man is like Rambo, Chuck Norris and a CIA dude rolled into one. And maybe Grizzly Adams. He would, like, totally win the million on Survivor.
And speaking of that, Survivor: China I know Survivor is no new discovery, but we're die hard fans. We were sad to see James get das boot, but it sure made for an interesting show last week.
To prove we don't just watch tv, Wii Tennis has become a bedtime ritual in our house lately. Reed and I were sitting on the back porch at night after the kids went to bed, talking and playing Aggravation, but we started to feel old so we broke out the old Wii and got busy. We both have perpetual shoulder and arm pains, because the force of your swing on tv does correlate somewhat to the force of your swing in real life. I'm much more dramatic of a player than Reed is, but I'm also much worse, so it evens out. I'm sweating by the end of the night, every night, and I can only occasionally get him to sweat. But I dance and twirl as I hit backhands and supersonic serves and it's great entertainment...if you were ever allowed to watch, which you never will be, by the way. Unless I get to watch you playing it in person first.