I’m out, as evidenced by my pen cup – void of pens.
Luckily, I could make a pen with all of the pen pieces I have found around the house in the last few days.
This was in Jack’s room, on his storage cabinet.
This one was on the floor under Jack’s desk. I believe it may be the case of the ink barrel above. This was my favorite pen.
This ink barrel was on the side of Jack’s bed. I can’t really complain, since it’s still cleaner than the last time I cleaned there.
Oh, and we can’t forget about the spring. Without it, a pen is definitely useless. Good thing we have a few of those lying around.
Where’s Michael in all of this? Oh, he’s guilty, as well. I found this creation on his desk.
And this one on the side of his bed. Do you know what they are?
There are no innocent boys in my house.
They are pen launchers.
I may have brought this on myself, though. I bought them this book at Costco a few months ago and assumed that it was stuffed in a bookshelf somewhere.
Apparently, they have been on a mission to stockpile their mini weapons recently, which has led to the depletion of my pen stash.
And rubber band stash.
And tape stash.
Wish me luck this weekend. And send me some pens, please.
