Three...that's the magic number

My mom is over and we were showing her the Wii. I wanted to show her the boxing, since I lurve it. Then Robert wanted to fight against me, so of course, I kicked his sorry ass.

After, I am short of breath. I'm sweating. A lot.

I thought I was just about well enough to go to the gym tomorrow, but clearly I'm not. I'm so sick of this shit.

At least I kicked his ass though. ;-)