Complete randomness:
When Hec was reporting on Emmett's baseball game from the weekend, he forgot to mention the most comically heartwrenching part of the game. Early on, in maybe the second inning, one of Emmett's teammates got drilled in the arm by a wild pitch. Not very badly, but bad enough that he dropped to his knees whimpering and David had to come out, help him up, give him a hug, and help him walk it off.
What Matilda saw: Someone vaguely Emmett's height, wearing Emmett's baseball clothes, sitting down crying and then getting helped to his feet and hugged by Daddy.
Her hysterical meltdown was epic. I had to rush her to the dugout so she could see Emmett, perfectly well and in the middle of strapping on his catcher's gear. She clung and clung to him, patting his face and crying; then she clung to David; and finally she was with great difficulty peeled away from both of them just in time for them to take the field.
Thank GOD that when Emmett actually did take a forearm to the nose near the end of the game, she was off at the toddler playground, or she'd still be attached to him right this minute.
runs after certain people at Disney with a cheese grater and some lemon juice
one of Emmett's teammates got drilled in the arm by a wild pitch.
Middle of the back, actually, which I can vouch really hurts. Two games ago the opposing shortstop nailed me on the spine with an errant throw during warmups.
It was a useful reminder, because I had forgotten that when you get hit like that it doesn't just hurt, but you get a huge shock of adrenaline to the body which is really unsettling. Your nervous system is basically screaming, "Trauma!" and running around hysterically flapping its dendrites.
Aaw. JZ, that's what makes being a parent the best.
Can someone please smite a few key people at Disney for me?
Just accounting, or the folks who approve the check requests?
Please don't forget to eat, Erin!
I'm not the only one who skimmed right over the comma, I hope?
AmyCh, nope. I'm trying to stay awake here at work, and I was like "Huh! Oh. Comma."
The lull before the storm that is work right now is uncanny. The list that I was to generate today was based on a phone call that didn't happen as planned. Rather than talking to the designer about the next show, I got a call from him telling me he went in last night for an emergency appendectomy. Yikes! I think I'm going home early. Frack it.
Just accounting, or the folks who approve the check requests?
That would be a start. There are also a few key people out in FL that need a bit of a smite that have nothing to do with accounting.
Oh hey, omnis, you should be getting paperwork for Imagine from me either tonight or tomorrow depending on how my other work goes.
That would be a start. There are also a few key people out in FL that need a bit of a smite that have nothing to do with accounting.
Where is the Empress when you need her. Isn't she best at this task?
