Fight Night

At least once a month we have Fight Night at my house, and just to be clear that is UFC fights, I clarify because I actually had a neighbor ask once why so many cars were at my house and when I told her Fight Night, she said in a soft comforting voice "oooh.. I'm sorry".

Typically an average Fight Night consists of a lot of really good food, a bunch of friends and family and UFC fights. Sometimes we end up watching Kyle and Randy fighting more than the actual Pay Per View fight, nothing like watching a 3 year old get pinned down and tap out saying "Uncle, Uncle!"

This past week fights had a slightly different turn; there must have been something in the air, everyone was a little bit on the goofy side. Then... someone broke out the Nerf guns and the war began.. we had Nerf bullets everywhere..in food, on the TV.. stuck to the door...

Kyle kept saying he needed more bull-ups for his gun.. when we tried to correct him "they are Bul..LETS!" he corrected himself and said "ya...Pull-up's" (that is a toddler diaper for those of you that do not know).

A few mini fights took place, Tracy tried to tackle Amber...

And Randy tried to grab my feet and tickle them.. it did not end good for Randy, who got poked in the eye and it started to turn black and blue. (sorry Randy!) **Note to anyone else who wants to try that I WILL fight back! (or cry).