Last night my husband thought he'd be funny and shoot me with compressed air.
Well, let me tell you that is not a good idea. His plan was to shoot it up my shirt but instead it shoot directly on the skin of my leg, my inner thigh. Its freezing cold but it burnt the heck out of my leg. He of course felt like complete crap, although that did nothing to help my leg feel better. It instantly welted up and I had to fight back tears because I knew it would make him feel worse.
Public Announcement for the night - Compressed air is not a toy and it is not funny to shoot anyone with it.
