Certifiably Crazy

I was listening to the radio while taking my teen-ager to school this morning. The radio segment was called "Commit my spouse". The gist of this was that people were asked to call in and tell something about their spouse that shows that they are certifiably crazy.

It got me thinking about what my dear husband has done that would give me reason to "commit" him.

Several years ago we had my parents over for a 4th of July picnic in our back yard. My Dad liked to make "dry ice bombs". These are made by using a 2-liter pop bottle, dry ice and water. Usually they go off sending the pop bottle several feet into the air. On this particluar day, one of the "bombs" failed to go off.

This makes for a tricky situation as it still could go off at any time and so handling it is not very safe. (Note to anyone thinking of doing these: I believe they are illegal for this reason...well and they are considered an explosive.) If my Dad had been at home he would have pulled out his shot gun and diffused it in that manner. But we were at my house and the only thing my husband had of the kind was a sling shot with metal pellets.

So, he pulls out his sling shot (wrist rocket), aims at the undiffused "dry ice bomb" and fires. The pellet flew from the wrist rocket, bounced off the dry ice bomb and flew back hitting my husband squarely in the forehead.

He and my Dad made a trip to a medical facility and found that he did not need stitches. But upon being asked how this happened my Dad replied that my husband had been cleaning his sling shot when it went off.

Come to think of it, I am not sure which one of them is crazier. The jury is still out on this one.

The good news in all this was that his forehead had blocked the pellet from hitting our kitchen window.