The Butcher has spent the morning shooting darts. It’s totally making me laugh. He’s playing himself–left hand versus right hand. And the right hand is winning, but not by an overwhelming amount.
So, the Butcher is busy giving pep talks to the left hand, reminding that hand that it’s got to make a good show, so that it can prove that the Butcher is not dominated by the tyranny of the right hand.
He told me that he was inspired by The Princess Bride and wants to get good enough left handed that he can regularly beat people so that if he meets someone who’s a little better than him, he can switch hands and win.
That boy cracks me up.
Though I remain confused why we still have the dart board, as I thought it was supposed to be a gift for the recalcitrant brother. I guess it just goes to show that if you never come to visit us, we’ll just keep your shit.
Tiny Cat Pants 
That’s genius!
And he now has the most awesome moustache ever. I don’t know why I feel like that goes with dart throwing, but I think it does.
Does the moustache go with the pith helmet?
Is dude tryin’ to be the Dread Pirate Roberts?
I think the Butcher has mad skillz to be learning this ambidextrous activity.
hi.
um, i think it’s a boy thing. i frequently shoot pool leftie for much the same reason. it’s one of those things that we do.
just be careful with darts cause, well, they can lead to brain damage when mixed with alcohol.
http://strivingformediocrity.blogspot.com/2006/01/rebecca-wrote-why-beer-makes-me-stupid.html
so, i’m enjoying getting to know your blog.
have a nice day,
b.