It's one of those weeks where the kids can't seem to stop injuring
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It's one of those weeks where the kids can't seem to stop injuring themselves. Just waiting for the CPS visit. I hope their foster family doesn't try to baptize them.
... I know that feeling... Both our kids had playground accidents at school that left big bruising on their upper arm and forearm ... Looked suspicious af even though I knew what the cause was lol.. I was just waiting for the parent police to show up and cart me off to Guantanamo that week
One was sick earlier this week and then fainted in class because she didn't eat lunch. The other just falls all the time. Covered in bruises up and down his legs. Oh, and a goose egg on the back of his head...
I recall one time my wife was getting paranoid about going to the hospital as our children had overlapping appointments to dress their wounds... It all turned out fine. But I'm sure we're on a list somewhere.
Originally shared by Jonathan Tweet Tonight, my "Lethal Damage" 13th Age campaign draws to a close. Meanwhile, the guys are work have talked me into running a couple D&D sessions for them. That was the day 13th Age was announced, and they're happy to play 13th Age instead. That will be my "Great Center" campaign, based in the imperial capital of Axis, the center of the world. It's my opportunity to explore the setting from yet another perspective.
Pre-gen from Frank Mentzer's module, The Needle , 1987. I knew this was insulting and gross when I was 14. At the time I didn't know who Frank was, since I only played AD&D. I found this module again when I was going through a box of old stuff and was surprised he wrote it, because I thought it was a pretty shitty adventure.
From Voyageurs National Park on FB: Called “Catamaran” by locals, Bert Upton is among the strangest of historical characters on area waters. He lived in a hut built over a dug-out at Squirrel Narrows. Found frozen to death in the 1930s by Kettle Falls pioneer Oliver Knox; Upton was perched lifeless in the snow just a half-mile from his home. Shunning civilization, Upton defined the word hermit. First spotted rowing his crude log raft on Namakan, no one knows how he got there. Upton’s accent implied an English heritage but any personal inquiries brought a stony silence. Some suspected him a man fleeing the law; others saw a bizarre outcast; everyone knew he was peculiar. Just five feet tall and wildly unkempt, Catamaran wore hacked-off pants and walked barefoot with a stick. Winter demanded shoes but no socks, a cast-off Mackinaw, and a trailing cap made from the leg of old underwear. He was oddly religious, and suspicious of being poisoned. Surviving on snared rabbits and fish, he ofte...
... I know that feeling... Both our kids had playground accidents at school that left big bruising on their upper arm and forearm ... Looked suspicious af even though I knew what the cause was lol.. I was just waiting for the parent police to show up and cart me off to Guantanamo that week
ReplyDeleteOne was sick earlier this week and then fainted in class because she didn't eat lunch. The other just falls all the time. Covered in bruises up and down his legs. Oh, and a goose egg on the back of his head...
ReplyDeleteThat sucks man..
ReplyDeleteI recall one time my wife was getting paranoid about going to the hospital as our children had overlapping appointments to dress their wounds... It all turned out fine. But I'm sure we're on a list somewhere.
ReplyDeleteMy daughter fell out of bed and cut her eyebrow open when she was little. I distinctly remember the ER doctor subtly checking her arms and legs.
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