I’m still waiting for a Mr Frosty. 
Mumsnet #28 Six figure job but dress sense heinous, here's a picture of my anus.
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My most traumatic Xmas memory was getting the my little pony castle I wanted, but being really poorly and sat waiting for the emergency dr to come out ( yes I'm that old).
I wanted to play with it so badly but kept shitting myself.
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I wanted to play with it so badly but kept shitting myself.
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Infact actually having a Mr Frosty for half an hour and getting it confiscated when my mum saw the blades actually beats shitting myself whilst playing with the My Little Pony CastleI’m still waiting for a Mr Frosty.
Can confirm that Mr Frosty was very disappointing. Really hard to turn and didn't crush the ice properly.I’m still waiting for a Mr Frosty.
My auntie reminded me the other day that I had a gymnastics set and fitness tape in the 80s called 'Get in shape girl'. Wonder why we have such a negative body image today.
Yep. Mine was used a grand total of one time! Why did we all want one anyway?
Oh God, memory unlocked. I had those and you’ve just reminded me of the song that was on every cassette - ‘get in shape, girl, and you’ll love the feeeeeeling!’ I swear the reason I rarely exercise is because I can’t do it without legwarmers and pastel bangle weights.
Me too, but I've heard the new versions are tit!I’m still waiting for a Mr Frosty.
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Nothing can beat the disapointment of the Evel Knievel Stunt Bike. It flips, it speeds, it jumps off slopes.
no it doesn't’.
after minutes of frantic cranking it teeters and falls over.
no it doesn't’.
after minutes of frantic cranking it teeters and falls over.
I think I had that
Get in shape girl- aimed at 6 year olds. The 80s were wild.I think I had that
Ffs! It’s not a competition love 
And as for that passive aggressive Merry Christmas
And as for that passive aggressive Merry Christmas
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They’re pieces of titFfs! It’s not a competition love
And as for that passive aggressive Merry Christmas
Has anyone responded with “well at least you have a dad” yet?Ffs! It’s not a competition love
And as for that passive aggressive Merry Christmas
My dad would love to be critically ill but he’s DEAD. How narcissistic is she to talk about her dad when we don’t all have a dad. Also does she know some people would LOVE to be in hospital but they’re POOR, so they just DIE in the STREET.
(Why do they all fight over who has the worst possible life. Spoiler alert, it’s none of them)
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This is copied from an AIBU thread I haven’t edited it at all.
A new neighbour has recently moved into the flat below me. He's about 35. I've noticed that he literally coughs every few mins and unfortunately I can hear it. I was hoping it would be a cold or flu thing he has and that it would eventually stop but it's been like this for a couple weeks.
I will be reading quietly in my bedroom and all of a sudden get startled by his coughing. I'm finding it really triggering and it's irritating me .
It's a really awkward one as coughing is involuntary but that doesn't make it any less annoying for me.
I can't move as I have another year left on my lease. I've bought noise cancelling ear plugs from Amazon.
Would it be really bad if next time I get talking to him ,I asked if he is ok, as I notice he has been coughing quite a lot? Hoping that this will maybe make him try and be a bit quieter or something.
Or do I just learn to live with this.
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They dont even take a day off from being utter cunts at Christmas. Imagine asking someone to cough quietly as they are disturbing you.
Mine was getting a huge silver cross dolls pram. I felt ill but walked in the snow with my little pram anyway. Got back and it was obvious quite quickly something was amiss.
An ambulance was called and I was finally released from hospital around the middle of January. Apparently I’d had some serious lung infection. The worst part of it all was I’d been kept in isolation in this room with a glass window with mum on the other side and nobody allowed in etc. it was about 1980 ish. Most miserable Christmas ever that was.
For those wanting a good laugh before bed, I present you with this gem. MN at its finest 
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My most traumatic Christmas memory is my poor mum having a massive meltdown and ripping all the Christmas tree decorations down including pushing the tree over. It was on a wonk forever after that and when I moved out they gave it to me and it acted as some darkly humerous reminder of Christmas' past until I bought a new one.
I'm not sure if that was the same year I found all the Christmas presents hidden in the wardrobe or not but I definitely didn't tell her I'd found them so Christmas smash gate was not directly my fault.
I'm not sure if that was the same year I found all the Christmas presents hidden in the wardrobe or not but I definitely didn't tell her I'd found them so Christmas smash gate was not directly my fault
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