Yesterday I was excited to receive this box in the mail. Someone sent us cookies! Well, HF opened it up and this is what was inside (a 100 points to whoever knows what it is. I sure don't):Then last night, I saw this box in our closet up on a shelf, and I thought, "Yum! Multi-Grain crackers!" Nope.
This is what was inside:
Pistol cartridges. I called HF up. He had been at work for an hour or so. I asked him if there were any grenades or gun powder or anything else I should know about in our food storage. He said the pantry was safe. He said that a lot of gear is shipped inconspicuously like in the cookie box on purpose. Also, our bedroom closet shelf has slowly evolved from where we put our towels and sheets. . . to gear. It has taken over the closet shelf completely. You never know what's going to fall and hit you in the head from that shelf. The last incident, I had reached on my tippy toes to get a towel and a cartridge struck me in the forehead. I finally said something to him about putting it back in the gear closet I so lovingly cleaned out for his use. He was nice and cleaned it up right away and now the only thing I can see up there is my red ryder bb gun he got me for Christmas a couple of years ago.
Do you have stashes like this around the house? He is quickly being called a "gear whore" at work.