Friday, April 4

CRASH! Thump.



"Actually, three times. HEHEHEHEHEHE!"


CRASH thump bang bang Crash KENG!

Ah, the melodious sound of competitive air hockey. My husband, against two little flaxen/ash blonde harpies.

The screeching is what gets to me eventually.


It seems like a small puck made of plastic is especially vexing to the harpy kind. It causes a kerfuddle.....
Especially a puck driven by an annoyingly talented, slightly cheatering, and shamelessly mocking man.

But, I can handle the peace and quiet of my house broken up by the occassional air-hockey playoff, because it means company is here and I do enjoy company.

Even the screeching harpy type.

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