Life can suck sometimes. Actually, pretty often. Speaking of which, a good friend of mine got some not so great news last week. It also right before his birthday, too. I finally coerced him into coming over for a birthday dinner, and some cake. We even got him a little gift. I searched high and low for something that would peak his interest.Nuthin', I couldn't find anything. Finally, after shopping for groceries at Wal Mart one night, I happened upon a wall of Nerf guns. Although a bit young for our tastes, I thought "What the heck..." So I bought him two. After dinner we cleaned up the dishes, put the cake away, and gave him his gift. He looked at Sara and I with the "What the....." look. We joked a little bit, and the proceeded to open the packages. Ten seconds later, we were 12 years old, without a care in the world. the house was our battlefield. Jumping over couches, ducking for cover, even throwing pillows as decoys. It was just like we were on summer break so many years ago. I'm sure the guns will eventually be given away, broken, or end up back in Japan with him. But that 2 and a half hours was what we both needed. Nobody lost, nobody won. Nobody even tried to keep count. The only thing I lost was my breath. I'm still a bit sore a few days later. I think I'm gonna need another dose of that.
The more I think about it, the closer I get to heading to Wal Mart for the Sniper Rifle version.
