Sweet Ammunition

So yesterday was a nice relaxing fun day. I got my passport photo taken at Costco and it seems I am following the strategy of looking too much like a schmuck to be a terrorist.

We had a nice big meal for dinner to actually spawn leftovers (including setting the table and all sitting down around it even though it was just us!).

We played some Bomberman action in the middle of the night. That game is very addicting.

Then it was decided we needed to have some nachos so we had to remove our large stash of candy (brought to us by Nate and Erin) from the pan. Rob decided the best way to do this was to dump the candy on Q's lap. Unfortunately he didn't realize that the candy could act as ammunition, and was forced to use the pan as a shield against flying candy on his way back to the kitchen. While Rob was distracted and trying to pick up a candy with his foot, Q managed to hit him right in the head. Rob stood dazed for a second, apparently tasting blood in his mouth. He then sported a large bump on his forehead.

War zone. Now perhaps I must clean up.