Pain in places I didn't know I had.

[x_maker]

Football is fun. Even if I found out AFTER scoring that the elaborate celebration dance Jamie insisted on showing me was NOT in fact a required part of the game. And that after about thirty minutes, the concept of *FLAG* football becomes lost in the desire to dogpile the smallest guy on the field (guess who THAT was!) for which I am thankful that at least Mr. Marko didn't participate. My ribs are turning a nice shade of purple and yellow right about now.

And then I come back and one of my suitemates is a bit more hairy and quadripedal than when I saw him last. And somehow bruises seem a lot more fun.

Good game.

Comments

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

I sense a snowball fight in your near future...

Wait. Dial down your tacticle feedback? Does that mean we can stick things on you in places you can't see again? Because that was a hoot.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Bring it on, Guthrie. I used to spend winter holidays at my uncle's ranch up in the Colorado Rockies. I know from snow fights.

And no, that does not mean you can stick refrigerator magnets to my leg again. Do you have any idea what a charley horse that gives me after a while?

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

What is it with boys addressing me by my last name when they know I can whoop them sideways?

That was in the name of science! I only know engines that make cars (and tractors, I suppose) go vroom, how was I supposed to know?