One potato, two potato, three potato...fore?

Remember our trip to Tennessee at the beginning of July? Remember the potato gun? Well, even if you don't, the McHusband didn't forget. He finally made his very own potato gun. Lucky for our neighbors, it's defective so it's only launched about 3 potatoes.

The McHusband worked very hard on his potato gun. He researched how to make it (Isn't the internet wonderful?), made his list of supplies, and spent an afternoon in the garage putting everything together.


Pretty impressive, huh?


The McHusband's terrorist impression. "I'll keel you!"


"Just kidding! Unless you scratch my car, then I'll keel you!"


So back to the defective part. The McHusband thinks it's his starter rather than the high-quality craftmanship of the pototo gun. For every 27 clicks of the starter, the gun might launch one potato. The McHusband gave up one night and set the gun aside. He decided to try again about a week later and guess what was still in there? The potato, but it wasn't in such great shape. Yuck.

When the gun works, the boom is quite impressive. And if the starter's not the problem, then it's back to the drawing board, er, internet.

Or maybe he can dismantle the gun and put all that PVC to good use hooking up the sink in the garage. Then it's a win-win situation for us and the neighbors.