Three times this morning I put forth an earnest effort to put on my T-shirt before I discovered that I was trying to shove my arm and head through the same hole simultaneously. My nose ring looked me squarely in the face and said, “One more time, sister, and I QUIT.” I AM TIRED. And with good reason.
At 2:45 this morning, Zack and I both woke up to hear a very small but very persistent dinging noise. It sounded very much like the noise a light pull makes when it knocks against a ceiling fan’s globe. It was happening long enough and consistently enough to get us both out of bed, (angrily, of course) to search for it. I became convinced that our fan was irritating the shoe rack on the closet door, (I’m real logical at zero-two-hundred-hours) and went back to bed. The noise started again not but a minute later and Zack scowled, “THEY ARE SHOOTING AIR-SOFT PISTOLS IN THE BACK YARD.” They, of course, being Katy and the rest of her night-crawling friends.
Here’s what I learned: Air-soft pistols are louder that you might think.
Here’s what I’m going to learn: whether or not that face Bart is always making when Homer strangles him is realistic.
Yes, they are loud. And for the next two years you will find little pellets in your yard. oh, I haven’t experienced this.. .oh no =(
And this is precisely why my darling little sister lives thousands of miles away with my mother in New Zealand and I am safely curled up on my couch in Canada. I think I would have been tempted to force feed her the little pellets.
Found you through DGM by the way. Love your musings.
And the little pellets in the grass occasionally get flung into orbit by lawnmowers and sting like Hellllll if they get you…