Kitchen War Zone

Since moving to Arkansas, we have discovered the joys of internet shopping. You have to take measures into your own hands when you are 2 hours from a Coach Outlet or a Bass Pro Shops. :)

Kyle has even graduated to the next level of online shopping with his addiction to Woot and Steep and Cheap - websites with rotating deep discounts that get you to purchase things you don't need within a specified time limit. QVC, anyone?!?

Anyway, the point is to say that it's no longer a surprise when Kyle brings a package in from the porch with his newest toy. Until the most recent package that arrived with ... wait for it ... a Terminator Blow Gun. A who what?!?

Apparently, last time he was in Minneapolis, he hung out with a friend who also has one of these contraptions. I won't name any names, Brent, but Kyle really had fun playing around with it and decided he needed to own one. Hence, the war zone that is our kitchen.

On Wednesday night ... Kyle showed me his skills, blowing little spikes out of this long tube thingy, aiming at a target on the counter. I literally had to announce when I needed to go through the kitchen so that he'd put the weapon down and put his hands up before I walked into the line of fire.



Needless to say, I have put a sign in the backyard warning our little squirrel friends that a predator is on the loose. Let's hope the squirrels are better educated than the locals and heed the warning to keep their distance. Does this look like an innocent face to you?!?