They would call me an athlete.

For the first two years of our marriage, I would give N a hard time for playing his XBox all the livelong day. His idea of a date night was playing some XBox game, while I sat next to him on the couch. Watching him beat the bad guys. Swooning over his mad skills.

And making snide comments about the "honeymoon period."

Fast forward to this month. We now have a little bit of gaming brilliance, more popularly known as a Wii, in our home. I'm slightly addicted.

I try to play for a bit every night after Zoe goes to bed. I'm getting really good. I did take the gold in archery and curling this weekend. I don't want to brag, but if bowling were an Olympic sport, I would've taken the gold last night.

With a score of 180.

Apparently I'm an athlete in the gaming world. In real life, you'd never use that adjective to describe me. Not. At. All. I must take advantage of my athletic abilities while I can. I need to fine tune my skills. You never know when it might come in handy.

London 2012 is right around the corner.

You see, this is what Noah Webster would call irony.

I can quit anytime I want. Really.