Step 1: ban Frisbees
Step 3 is Profit!
I refuse to believe that Frisbees are the key to Ultimate Harassment, if only because I have never seen my brother with one.
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Step 1: ban Frisbees
Step 3 is Profit!
I refuse to believe that Frisbees are the key to Ultimate Harassment, if only because I have never seen my brother with one.
I thought step three was make her open the box.
The park that contains my local dog park also has a "disc golf course". It took several tries to figure out they were talking about Frisbees.
Gah. My flight tomorrow that I thought was at 9 something am is actually at 7:45 and the airport is an hour away. And I still need to run the dishwasher and put suet in the birdfeeder. Not to mention I haven't packed my carry-on. And DH has a work thing to do at freaking midnight. Gah
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Step 1: ban Frisbees
Hah! I had a roommate once who was a big Ultimate player. I....don't get it. They scare me for some reason. Like, ruggers, I get. But Ultimate just seems WEIRD.
Ultimate players do tend toward the obsessive.
Ha? What's with the Frisbee hating?
vw, if you are around, feel free to e mail me. Not really my area but I'd be happy to do what I can.
ION, the last few days when I've been out driving around while Ellie is at preschool, I keep having this feeling that I've forgotten a child somewhere. I'm pretty sure it's because I can see her empty car seat out of the corner of my eye, but it's still very disturbing.
Stephanie, insent. NO rush.
ION, the last few days when I've been out driving around while Ellie is at preschool, I keep having this feeling that I've forgotten a child somewhere. I'm pretty sure it's because I can see her empty car seat out of the corner of my eye, but it's still very disturbing.
Oh, that is very disturbing. Yuck.
ION, the last few days when I've been out driving around while Ellie is at preschool, I keep having this feeling that I've forgotten a child somewhere. I'm pretty sure it's because I can see her empty car seat out of the corner of my eye, but it's still very disturbing.
I did this, the first few times we dropped wee Emeline at her first day-care. I'd have these moments of "JESUS FUCK! I FORGOT THE BABY!!" and my heart would stop and my sphincter would start to unclench and then I'd remember she was safe in the hands of professionals.
And then five minutes later, I'd do it again.