A few bright spots in an otherwise relentlessly grim week:
The Breda Herself sent me some wind-up sushi, which tastes terrible but still amuses me greatly:
And The Squeaky Herself is coming to visit for part of her fall break!
Oh, and remember when I used to be a gunblogger? Yeah, me too. I’m gonna try to get back into that, assuming I can find an outdoor rifle range in my timezone. Here’s a teaser:
Apologies for the crappy pic; as you can see, Clancy was “helping” and it turns out he’s not terribly helpful.
We now return you to your previously scheduled financial meltdown and pending electoral disaster.
First he was after your blazer ammo.
Now he’s looking to swipe your Privi 9.3mm.
I think Clancy’s an ammo klepto.
wow…packages in the mail from one hot chick gunblogger, and a personal visit from another. What’s your secret?