I don’t know if I mentioned before that my brother wanted my dad’s old rifles, and so my dad dropped them off at my house on his way north from TN to hold until my brother got a gun cabinet. maybe because I had two rifles on the top shelf of my coat closet and that is a little freaky. I mean, seriously. I’m a single girl living alone, I don’t need to give a potential stalker any MORE reasons to break into my house, you know? but now that the guns are out of my hands I can share with y’all this hilarious interlude of my life.
so, thursday night I worked until 5AM getting a report off to the PM. I went home and slept until around 8, and then packed my car. I got the guns out of the closet and made sure they were well wrapped in the old pink chenelle bedspread dad had packed them in, and put them in my car. I also grabbed my clothes, laundry, all my gifts, wrapping paper for all my gifts, fixin’s to make sweet and spicy nuts, snacks for the car, a bottle of wine as a hostess gift, and a 1/2 bottle of wine leftover from my cocktail party.
And it wasn’t until I was halfway to work that morning that I realized I was travelling with two rifles and an open bottle of wine. Ha! Plus, because I was so tired the drive up to albany was torture. I had visions of falling asleep at the wheel, crashing, finding myself surrounded with police officers standing around checking out my smashed bottle of wine and exposed rifles. YIKES. Lucikly that didn’t happen. And luckily the guns are out of my house.
