I come home after running a few errands to find my living room filled with 12 inch balloons! "Oh my gosh, what is this!?! I have friends coming over in just a few minutes! All of these balloons are going to have to be popped..."

I call my boyfriend. "I just got home, and guess what I found scattered all across our living room. Ha, yeah... not quite so happy... I have friends coming over in just a few minutes. They can't see this! I'm going to have to pop all of them... I don't care if you spent the last hour inflating them all. I left for just a few hours, and I come home to find t...

I come home after running a few errands to find my living room filled with 12 inch balloons! "Oh my gosh, what is this!?! I have friends coming over in just a few minutes! All of these balloons are going to have to be popped..."

I call my boyfriend. "I just got home, and guess what I found scattered all across our living room. Ha, yeah... not quite so happy... I have friends coming over in just a few minutes. They can't see this! I'm going to have to pop all of them... I don't care if you spent the last hour inflating them all. I left for just a few hours, and I come home to find this... Well, I'm sorry, but they are all getting popped... I gotta go, my friends are going to be here pretty soon, and it looks like I have a LOT of work to do. Alright, good bye!"

At first, I'm a bit annoyed that I have to pop the balloons, but I soon realize that it's actually kind of fun! I nail pop balloons, pop several of them with my converse shoes, and sit pop some balloons after one unexpectedly pops while sitting on it.

Will I get the mess cleaned up before my friends arrive?