frisbee battle

so, i though it would be a great idea to give my neighborhood boys a frisbee that ben had left behind. i mean, they're always running around looking for things to do (their activities sometimes include kicking cans at eachother, teasing girls, playing self-created board games, and ringing my doorbell then running away). sooo, seems like a frisbee would be a welcome edition to their collection of games. dumb american. they've managed to take my innocent toy and turn it into a weapon. one time i walked out my door and saw a heard of kids chasing a boy who was clutching the frisbee and running for life, another time i saw one of the large boys hitting his little brother over the head with it. ooooopsydoo! i thought i could bring peace and fun, instead i've created a small scale frisbee war. ha, i'm sort of waiting to come out my door and have it come whizzing at my head.

anyways, i've had my ma and aunt bobby here for the past week or so. we've had some fun. now they are both tried and true marrakechias, by that i mean expert price hagglers, moto dodgers, crowd navigators and they have perfected the 'you jerk' look for annoying men on the street. we also ventured to beach for a bit for a gnaoua music festival- good music, delicious sea food, and a chance to put everyone's newly acquired marrakech crowd and haggling skills to the test...

ok, i think if i sit in this cyber cafe any longer i just might melt into a puddle.