Let's play a game. It's called "What the hell is that??"
Now you have to guess. It's multiple choice.
A. My date for Valentine's Day.
B. Hubby's date for Valentine's Day.
C. A pagan deity to which we sacrifice the thing that is currently causing us the most irritation, namely grown kids that don't do dishes, or noisy, barking dogs.
D. Target practice dummy to be fired on by $50 paintball guns which hubby insisted on buying for him and the boy at Christmas and with which he's played with a grand total of one time.
E. All of the above. Provided a bi-sexual pagan masochist deity is possible. Which I'm pretty sure it is.
Now, let's play another game called "What more productive thing could hubby have done with his time, instead of building a target practice dummy out of empty 12 pack soda cartons, a pole, a bucket, and an old Jason mask?"
A. He could have pulled these:
B. Or picked up these:
Yes, those are what they look like. Please don't make me say it.
C. Or cleaned this:
D. Or, he could have done the unthinkable. He could have done all three. *Gasp*.
But I'm being a bit hard on my resourceful hubby. After all, he did put away all the laundry that I left stacked in our bedroom while I blogged the other day. Dammit. Now I feel guilty for writing this. And on Valentine's day eve, too.
Maybe I should grab that paintball gun and take out my frustration on the bi-sexual, masochist deity. After all, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
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