I also picked up 4 big boxes of WWB at Wally World. The nice young man with the great hankin’ grommets in his ears and the bad ink sleeves seemed a little confused with the middle-aged mom with complete with the polo shirt and plaid headband asked for four boxes of 9mm Luger. “No, the big boxes. Yes. The ones that say ‘100’. Thank you!” Not his usual customer, I’m guessing.
The sewing muse returned long enough for me to slipcover a chair for Sweet Daughter’s room. It took all day, but it was the biggest slipcover job I’ve done so far. The last time I slipcovered cushions, the Berlin Wall was being torn down on TV as I sewed. So, yeah. It’s been a while.
Soon SD will be wanting her very own cannon! Ah the smell of blackpowder.....
ReplyDeleteSounds like you had a good one indeed. No range time, but lots of things going "blammo" here, too. Life is still good.
ReplyDeleteMa'am, you be sure to tell Geodkyt, as I wrote over at the Atomic Nerds' place, that he is a very lucky man.
ReplyDeleteP.s. With any luck, SD will grow up to resemble that Elke Sykora character in the Michael Z. Williamson novel. (She doesn't feel comfortable if she doesn't have at least a coupla tons of HE and appropriate detonators handy.)