I would not want to know my WII fitness age! Poor, Megan. It's like when my brother-in-law dropped food off at the hospital for Mark when I was in labor with Rhett. The B-I-L was just a teenager and he thought the numbers on the beeping monitor were cool, especially when they went up. I was trying to get through the contractions without too much drama, but at the height of one, while this dear boy was cheering out loud the rising numbers I looked at him and screamed, "SHUT UP!" He turned white and Mark casually remarked, "Yeah, she doesn't want to know the numbers."I'm still that way. :)Thanks for stopping by the blog. I have a feeling if you keep up this funny stuff, we'll see you at the Post Party someday! Hello to Henry for us!