More frequently than ever is the time that I walk into a room in my house and I see a table full of random, sometime questionable, things. The photo below exhibits the most recent randomness. I asked what a bunch of broken match sticks missing their combustible bits were doing on the dining table. (These missing red tips were gathered in another questionable place not pictured here.)
Nonetheless, I immediately asked what was going on and their answer is the title of this post: We're building a rocket. Is dinner ready?
Perfect.
