There was just an explosion at my house. Near my house. Specifically, by the shop behind my house.
It was loud enough that my windows shook a bit, and I jumped from my chair by the computer, where I am supposed to be working on DH's books (and I was, working on DH's books that is) until the big BOOOM!
When you fill a pumpkin with acetelyne and then set a torch to it, it blows up.
It blows up big. And loud. And spreads pumpkin all over the place.
Guess how I know that?
There is pumpkin all over the driveway in front of the shop.
Guess how that happened?
DH, Boy and Girl made that happen. That's how.
I don't know the details. I don't really want to know the details.
When I looked out the back window to see which army was bombing my yard I saw the three of them bent double with laughter and pointing at the pumpkin debris.
It would have made a great picture. But I didn't take the photo because that might mean I condone that type of destruction. And I don't.
They seem to have all their limbs but perhaps not their faculties.
Might not have had those in the first place though....
I am bracing for the next blow.