Ours Is Not To Question Why...

The other night Wifey nonchalantly passed me a grenade and inadvertently pulled the pin. There was no indication, no sound, heat, or vibration to indicate a fuse had been energized. One moment, all was peaceful and happy in our household. Then, the grenade blasted and spewed it's violence. I was immediately immobilized, unable to do anything other than clutch the bomb while it belched its hot fury all around. As I took the full brunt of the explosion, I could only wonder what went wrong, and my last coherent thought was what would happen to my loving children, beautiful wife, even the home and furnishing surrounding me. Then, the cleanup began. As for me and my outfit, both were a complete loss. That's right, substitute "baby" for "grenade", and that definitely happened a few nights ago.