You know what's fun? Frisbee. Amelia and I had to pick up a friend from a bus stop yesterday (no, not the neighbor who had us driver her to the bus station "on the sneak" because she was leaving her abusive husband--though we do now try and incorporate "on the sneak" into our speech whenever possible) and she ended up being about forty minutes late. So we grabbed the frisbee that we always keep in our car (because honestly you never know when a frisbee will come in handy. Everyone should keep one in their car, I think) and tossed it back and forth for about half an hour. It's fun! Neither of us are awesome (let's just say we do a lot of running to catch) but it's a great way to spend some time. Who doesn't like frisbee?
Granted, I don't like it as much as this group, but I still like it. (The best part about that link, by the way, besides how serious it takes its frisbee, is the idea that the World Flying Disc Federation had to create an anti-doping policy. If you're taking perfomance enhancing drugs to excel at frisbee, then you, my friend, are an idiot.)
By the way, I have a new review up over at Eight Cents. Check it out.