Now I have a plastic sword, two plastic axes, and a nerf gun
Holy Crap, I would really like to know ahead of time when people from the electric company are going to be in our backyard.
I was making a sandwich and suddenly I hear the sound of a radio really close by and the dog starts freaking out. I inch toward the sound, and there's this big guy in an orange vest right outside the sliding glass door. I thought I was going to die. Seriously, though. We do have a fairly large dog. Wouldn't it be in their best interest to let people know they're checking the meters?
Jesus, my heart is still pounding.
Anyway, for Fathers Day, I bought my dad a nerf gun. I also bought myself one, stuck a sticky note on it that said, "This on is mine!" and wrapped both guns together. He quickly set about shooting my mom, the dog, and characters on TV (the darts have suction cups). I guess, as the provider of the weapon, I was briefly exempt from the torture.
Nerf guns are intense these days. There are imitations of bazookas and machine guns with crazy ammo. I was reading the instructions on this one, and you can apparently attach it to like five other guns and make this monster gun that appears to be larger than a small child. It's crazy.
So other than shopping for myself and my father in the toy aisle at Target, I have been playing Super Mario Galaxy and watching/writing for HIMYM. I think my despair at the summer hiatus and related fandom slump is making me very productive in the stupid stories area.
Also, I was going to see Star Trek with a friend on Friday, but I woke up really sick that morning and it sucked. Had to cancel, obs. Oh well. Maybe another day.
I was making a sandwich and suddenly I hear the sound of a radio really close by and the dog starts freaking out. I inch toward the sound, and there's this big guy in an orange vest right outside the sliding glass door. I thought I was going to die. Seriously, though. We do have a fairly large dog. Wouldn't it be in their best interest to let people know they're checking the meters?
Jesus, my heart is still pounding.
Anyway, for Fathers Day, I bought my dad a nerf gun. I also bought myself one, stuck a sticky note on it that said, "This on is mine!" and wrapped both guns together. He quickly set about shooting my mom, the dog, and characters on TV (the darts have suction cups). I guess, as the provider of the weapon, I was briefly exempt from the torture.
Nerf guns are intense these days. There are imitations of bazookas and machine guns with crazy ammo. I was reading the instructions on this one, and you can apparently attach it to like five other guns and make this monster gun that appears to be larger than a small child. It's crazy.
So other than shopping for myself and my father in the toy aisle at Target, I have been playing Super Mario Galaxy and watching/writing for HIMYM. I think my despair at the summer hiatus and related fandom slump is making me very productive in the stupid stories area.
Also, I was going to see Star Trek with a friend on Friday, but I woke up really sick that morning and it sucked. Had to cancel, obs. Oh well. Maybe another day.