If a typical husband walked through the door after work carrying this box in his arms:
most wives might panic. Me? Not so much. The huge smile on his face was priceless. I knew I couldn't intervene, so why try. I knew something had sparked his interest. Okay. I admit I was a *little* afraid there might be a used body part entombed in this box as he stuck his hand in to retrieve the contents:
I was completely relieved once he revealed there was only pellets of dry ice. No stray organs.
Then again. Four careless hands near contents that could possibly cause them to lose a finger (or hand) if improperly handled? Maybe I should've been a little more leery than I was.
After testing it in the sink Shawn put some pellets in an empty mountain dew bottle, took it outside, filled it with a little water, tightened the lid, and gave it a big toss over the deck. It sounded like a gunshot. And the kids squealed like it was Christmas morning. Fabulous.
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