Three Day Testosterone Challenge Part 2

I know you've been on pins and needles wondering what happened next and to whom it happened. And weirdly enough I thought I typed all that already. I even went back to my posts and there's no sign of it. Maybe I'm dreaming about blogging now!
Anyway, it was MUD and I. I was well into my hibernation cycle when I awoke to feel the bed shaking. There was MUD shoving the lower right corner of our four poster bedframe around with his knee ! I wondered out loud what he was doing and just as he tried to explain himself we hear a snap and the right corner of the mattress drops to the floor! Our bed is close to three feet off the floor(I actually use a stepstool to get in) so this was quite a shock for both of us. I immediately volunteered to sleep on the couch-basically I just wanted to go back to sleep before it actually got light. But no, The Husband proceeded to direct me on how to take the bed apart and I proceeded not to understand what the hell he wanted me to do. Finally in fit of frustration (a legit fit) he tore the other side of the frame off and we dropped to the floor. Since the situation was resolved we threw ourselves back in bed and slept among the ruins until mid morning.
Ah morning! We awoke on the floor (naturally) with the headboard slanting ominously over our heads and the frame sides at eye level . This proved to be the easiest part of the day. The bed was not actually broken and later in the day, with the help of two of EC's friends we were able to put Humpty Dumpty together again. Amazingly there were no snide comments about how the bed fell in the first place-but you could tell they were thinking it ( and that vision undoubtedly rendered them speechless).
While Husband set about fixing the plumbing himself, I set out a lovely breakfast buffet for our guests. Upon waking our guests were dismayed to learn that the plumbing fairies had not appeared while they were sleeping and they still had to chip ice to get water to flush doodies. This did not go over well but since it was a 5 hour ride home and they had no car it was really tough noogies! Water was gotten, doodies were flushed and there was much rejoicing.
While I grocery shopped and The Husband tried to solve our other issues the boys escaped the house and headed for the barn. The barn is full of the "goodies". If you can drive it shoot it or make something to shoot , it's in there! When I got home from the store the dirt bikes were gone,the Trans Am was gone and someone had emptied the recycling bin onto the lawn! I was only gone an hour for crying out loud ! At least The Husband had the Trans Am .
The recycling was not just on the ground, but carefully placed on various pedestals in order to be shot at. Unbeknownst to Husband and I, a BB gun had been smuggled into our tightly packed vehicle (and you wonder how they used to get weapons on planes!). Someone must have been hiding that baby up their butt that's all I have to say!!! We now had two BB guns counting the one that we keep in the barn.
Since MUD was under considerable plumbing stress I am going to try to overlook what happened next. EC was given permission by MUD to purchase, with his own dough, a BB gun at Dicks Sporting Goods. Not sure what the hell had transpired (and why EC had any money left in his bank account) I actually heard myself volunteer to take FOUR teenage boys to purchase a gun ! It was almost an out of body experience-it was clearly an out of my mind experience! I will say the trip to Dick's had it's practical side. The minute we got to Dick's half of us headed to guns and ammo and half to the bathroom, then we switched ( as you may have guessed some people did not want to bring their own flush water up from the river). We left quickly, before the gaseous cloud overtook the entire store. I read in the paper that the place was condemned for unsanitary conditions later in the day. Employees were treated at Auburn Hospital for gas inhalation and released.
I read this of course while listening to the relaxing pitter-patter of BB's hitting aluminum cans and the sound ammo being reloaded-Delightful