AND ALL I WANTED WAS A FRISBEE!

Yesterday, I was so tired after work, it hurt to put words together to form complete sentences. Logical thought was a serious struggle. I think I must be coming down with something. Probably some form of brain fever. This has been going on for about five days now. Goodbye, world. We haven't always got along, but - probably, on some level, we'll miss each other.

Then again, the other night, I saw someone on t.v. exhibiting similar symptoms, and I thought for sure I'd found my diagnosis. That is, until the person responding to them said, "That's called thinking. Go with it."

Ugh. dang it! So much for my easy out... :)

Clearly, something had to be done. I'd like to thank Aubs for her community awareness. If not for her knowledge of local goings-on, I probably would have spent the rest of the evening staring out the window, muttering meaningless phrases until the nice men in white coats came to take me away.

Commence story:

So there I was. Eating my free, but fairly small cup of strawberries and cream at Pleasant Grove's Strawberry Days. Sitting on the grass with the roommates. (And one extra addition.) Listening to a random cover-band playing the Beatles. It's a little cool outside, but pretty perfect weather. I do have a jacket, after all.

Small children all around us keep throwing frisbees. Sometimes, they're throwing them at us. One little dude hit Aubs with one, and immediately hid behind a chair. We looked around to where he was so she could give his frisbee back to him, and as embarrassed as he was, he couldn't stop laughing. * snicker * Ah, man, I freaking love kids! hahaha! But that's only the beginning.

I found myself getting a little envious of all the frisbee kids. I'm looking around, searching for the free frisbee booth...because all these frisbees are stamped with a strawberry. Pleasant Grove must be rolling in the dough. Brigham City would never give out free strawberries & cream, let alone free frisbees. * sigh * I come from such humble circumstances. :)

Finally, one more little dude lands his frisbee right in front of us. He comes right over, picks it up, and that's when I decide to take matters into my own hands. Ever so nicely, I ask, "Hey, can I ask you where you got that frisbee?"

He stops, looks at us, looks at me, and says "These are just for little kids."

Oh, that's no problem. "We're kids..." I say.

He looks straight at me, and without a moment's hesitation (and a pretty stern kid look comin' my way) boldly says,

"NUH-UH! YOU GUYS ARE ALMOST PARENTS!"

Words cannot describe the immediate explosion of laughter that came from all of us. Small dude just rolls his eyes and walks away with his frisbee. Probably mumbling even more seemingly obvious bits of wisdom under his breath...he couldn't have been more than 6 years old.

Freaking heck! HAHAH! I'm so not almost a parent! And I'm not a kid, apparently. :) Pretty sure the teenage years have passed me by. (Proof prayers really are answered.) So...here I am. Desperately trying to grow up, but knowing deep down, all I really want is that frisbee.

At least I have the 6-year-olds of Pleasant Grove duped. :) And at this point, I'll take success in any form...