Blast Off

It has been raining. A lot. And so, with a little imagination, a lot of silver duct tape, and a string of Christmas lights smuggled out of the newly cleaned and organized basement (thank you Andrew), we created The Rocket Ship.

It is large enough for both pilot and co-pilot and started as a peaceful endeavor; a simple trip to the moon for anti-gravity training. But, with the addition of two “shoot-guns” (tubes meant for windows that just so happen to be just the right size to punch Styrofoam balls out of), things got hairy.

And Styrofoam-y. Turns out the missiles created just enough friction to slough off “snow” every time one was shot through its gun. Enough snow to make it feel like Christmas all over again. On the rug. Except, I’m kind of tired of snow and all that, so we stopped that game…

and returned to our original peaceful mission. Which was much more subdued to begin with. And around here, subdued is a good thing every now and then.