Thanks to some creative financial bending (see also: buying games instead of food) I picked up New Super Mario Bros for the Wii. Megan and I both enjoy some Mario. Cool. Megan and I like to play co-op games. Normally pretty cool. The new Mario game is built for co-op. Cool, right? You know what isn't cool? Me not being able to jump on one stinkin' cartoon tree without having my wife right there bouncing on my f'ing head!!
Back off, woman! You're smothering me!! I'm not talking about you sitting next to me on the couch. That's fine. Just let me get to one damn swinging platform without dropping some plumber shoes on my noggin!!
Ok. Enough exclamation marks. The game is great. Old school Mario with some new goodness mixed in. Let's just say it makes me eternally grateful that Megan can't jump that high in real life. She's kind of clumsy. At least this was better than the utter humiliation of being constantly pummelled in the new Punch Out game. No matter how hard I try, no matter how much I practice, I can NOT beat her at that game. Since she can punch in real life, I take my losses with a minimum of tears.