WOW...I got home from Scout Camp today and noticed a box on the top of my Vinodor. I asked my wife what was up, and boy, was I in for a tongue lashing...
It seems my poor, unsuspecting wife had the misfortune of going to the P.O. box for mail run while I was away. She picked up a box with my name on it, and being unaware of the ramifications of such an action, unwittingly carried the box into the house and opened it up...
BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!! To put it into her words, she said, "What the hell am I supposed to do when I open a box and the first thing I see is a piece of paper with no words on it except for the word BOOM!!!??? I almost threw the box out the back door!"
Fortunately, she proceeded to pick through the rubble and noticed a ziplock baggie with four weapons of mass distruction that were still intact. Being the wonderful, and understanding wife that she is, she quickly disarmed them and secured them in the safehold that is my humidor.
Thanks, Wayne, for an undeserved bombing of delectable Man O War offerings! I'll be sure to enjoy these in the very near future!
