Happy Birthday, Defender Doug!

Happy Birthday to my sweet husband! Now, I won't tell you how old he is, because if I did, you'd most certainly want to steal his identity.



. . . because, who wouldn't want to be Doug?



. . . given that he got this really cool present for his birthday?



My wonderful, brave, protective husband got his very own DEFENDER,

. . . a nifty, 2-battery powered, super-duper, mosquito zapper!

Cool, huh?

So far, this weaponry is getting much more use than the pellet gun. Much more.

And Doug managed to prove that it's effective, and painful, while standing at the top of our steps the other day, merrily swinging it around, while waiting for the mailman to come up the steps, and then somehow managed to scratch his ear with it, and zap himself.

I wondered why he was yelping and laughing, and hopping up and down. And mean, the mailman is not THAT exciting. . .