The random thoughts of a reader, sometime editor, former writer, and long-time liberal artist.
I want one sooo bad.UPDATE o1/11/2009: I should mention that the beloved Mother-in-law reads my blog and gave me a very special Christmas present. We've been having a blast! Forgive the pun.
I saw this and immediately had a Bugsy Malone flashback.
You can have one. You really can. They show up in novelty catalogs a lot. I won't let the boys have them because I don't want marshmallows stuck to my walls (I feed plenty of ants as it is.)
Isn't anyone going to say "you'll shoot your eye out"?Actually, I think of them as outdoors toys. Indoors, I'd keep stopping to fill up on ammo, if you know what I mean.
I'm more apt to worry that "you'll shoot *my* eye out!" What can I say? I'm self-involved.
Blast your eyes, woman!There's a nice old-fashioned line from a novel I never thought I'd get to use.
The only issue is that tiny feet tend to track ammunition around the house...
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