Remember that I told you that once (okay, my last one…) I got a nerf gun for my birthday?
What is a grown woman (yes, I’m pretty grown-up, even though it may not appear so) going to do with a nerf gun, I hear you whispering under your breath. Oh my, I reply, loud and clear. The possibilities are endless!
Okay, I admit, it can’t cook for me. Unfortunately. However, pointing it at my bf, declaring nerf war if he doesn’t cook, will indeed get me dinner.
The other night I found out another great use for the gun. The bedroom was more or less alive with a constant buzzing. Five mosquitos had found their way in – FIVE! Yes, I counted them.
What else to do than to guard myself with my nerf gun?
So, what do you use your nerf gun for?
There are just something about birthdays, aren’t there? When it comes to birthdays I’m never going to grow up. Even my gifts proves this fact; last year I was dragged into a toy store where my friend bought me a nerf gun. Okay, I wasn’t dragged. He was.
I tend to get more excited about other people’s birthdays than my own, really (everybody that knows me reading along, shush!). It was my bf’s birthday Monday and I got him way too many presents. With my excitement and eagerness about his birthday (more than he’s ever been himself), I ended up giving him all of the gifts on his dinner plate in front of our family when we celebrated on Saturday, two days before his real birthday.He was overwhelmed by all the love and presents he received from all of us. It made me warm inside. Don’t you just love giving gifts?
Happy birthday, baby.
P.S. The drawing is misleading. He received seven gifts, not six.