SassyBlonde

Ooooh, the joys of a day off!!

D and I spent the day at the Frankenberrys' house, drinking (woot!) and playing Wii (woot woot!). D and I brought our Wiimotes, two pints of chocolate Guinness ice cream and our best game faces and headed over for our Saturday Showdown.

We got a total tickle out of Frankenberry's selection of Miis, from hilarious versions of himself and his wife (including their alter egos) to TV characters and international and historical figures. In point of fact, F. had made Miis for some of the world's most famous dictators and scary political figures, including Kim Jong-Il, Hitler, Stalin, Ho Chih Min, and Dick Cheney, so immediately we decided that couples tennis wasn't fun enough with our own Miis... we decided on Double Dictator Tennis.

I couldn't resist the short bespectacled figure of Kim Jong-Il, and D decided on Dick Cheney (which, by the way, provided much hilarity as we all made Cheney noises inspired by Lil' Bush-- if you haven't seen it, go now to Comedy Central and fix that problem). F and his wife decided on Stalin and Hitler respectively, and you can imagine how the jokes progressed:

"Ooooh, Kim Jong-Il kill personal trainer!" (after a spectacularly bad whiff)

"Maaahhhhhh..." (said Lil' Cheney)

"Kim Jong-Il kill personal trainer's family!!!" (after another super-awful whiff)

"Mmmm, I think Bob Dole is playing Kim Jong-Il tonight"

"Stalin will show you use of nuclear weapons," (followed by a super-fast ace serve)

"Yeah, and he was a bad painter, too," (of Hitler after he whiffed an easy return)

Yeah, I know. We're all going to hell. But seriously, it was one of the most hilarious afternoons I've ever had, and I'm sure the neighbors are wondering what the hell we were yelling "Hitler returns!" (the ball), "Stalin returns!" for.

And after playing numerous rounds of best of three, we had two dessert breaks-- one for that lovely ice cream and another for the famed Frankenberry strawberry pie. Good LORD, that pie is good. All this after a totally killer spread of cheeses and breads and eggplant dip for noshing-- I don't think I'll need to eat again until at least tomorrow night, people.

Mrs F (I really need a better name for her... hmmmm) and I looked on while D and Frankenberry battled it out on the tank game in WiiPlay for literally hours. Boys and their toys, I swear. We left the room, came back, went to talk about knitting, took the dog out for a walk, and still they were playing the tank game. Amazing.

Any-who, tomorrow's the last of our Fringe performances, then I'm going in for some quality garden therapy when I get home. Here's to coming inside with dirt in your hair, right?