Yes, those are nerf darts you see sticking to me. I pull them off, I get shot again. I change clothes, I find out they stick to pretty much everything. I’ve been shot about 400 times today. In fact I can not go within 30 feet of the family room without being riddled with darts by the bed-ridden son #1 like I’ve been involved in a gang shooting. I sent Steve an IM today saying “GD! I’ve been shot with that effin gun everytime I go anywhere NEAR the family room! He makes up excuses for me to go in there, lays in wait with the gun hidden and then shoots me while I’m running away!” In an enormous show of sympathy Steve replied “I am NOT laughing!”

I MUST remember to send a HUGE thank you to the people who ever so kindly brought that over to keep him entertained over the next few months. He’s entertained all right. I will plot my revenge. When’s that kid’s birthday?!  ;)