So he decided for his birthday this year, that's just what he was going to do. After my niece blew out his four candles on his caramel apple dumplings (we are such a non-traditional family, what can I say), he sent the boy home to get his pellet gun. The 12 guage and .410 didn't work last time, maybe the pellet gun would.
They loaded the gun....
They aimed....
They fired....
And voila....
Actually, the husband had an epiphany. He got his golf ball retreiver, duck taped a razor blade on the end, climbed a ladder and cut the rope. After 50 or so pellet shots that were doing nothing besides leaving little marks on his hammer, he gave up.
At least we have our hammer back.

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3 comments:
I'm glad stanley is safe at home.
If you want to wander down my road I’m home.
Okay - that's just about the funniest thing I've read in a long time. I can just see it now....
LOL!
Funny! :D Glad he retrieved it.
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