What happens when the water bottles you use to “train” your puppies to not do something fall into the wrong hands, Water War! While I was minding my own little business being the angel of a husband that I am out of nowhere I get a blast of water to chest. I turn my head in amazement asking “Did the wall just spring a leak, because I know my lovely wife wouldn’t shoot me with water!”. When much to my dismay there in her cute little hands is the culprit, a green squirt bottle aimed precariously at her dear sweet, loving, caring, handsome husband. After I pick my jaw up off the ground I kindly point out that two can play this game. I jump to action running to the kitchen to find the secondary squirt bottle and begin the mission of “REVENGE”!
The sad part of this whole story is how quickly Heather forgot that I grew up with three brothers. Two older, better known as the “Torturers”, and a younger brother who served as a target for me to practice everything the “Torturers” taught me. Just to clarify this is not my first water rodeo as Heather would soon find out.
The Tactic: Aim for the face! If her eyes are closed she obviously can’t see me to squirt me back. Clearly evident in the above picture you can see just how victorious I was in the mission. Even when she broke the most hallowed of truces by shooting me again unarmed I was still able to leave the battle with little more than a droplet or two marking me. Muhahahaha (yes that’s my evil laugh).
Better luck next time honey…. better luck next time!
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