One more word on "flying" when we arrived I went up stairs to get settled in and there was a big black bird in my dad's office. It scared me to death because of my history with birds flying into my head. I told my dad, who decided to sick the dog on it, but when that didn't work (he said it has worked in the past) he pulled out a gun and shot it. Yes he shot the bird in the house. It's an old house that needs a lot of work, and so I guess he feels like there's nothing to loose. Yeah, you can't make this stuff up. It's a small Kentucky town, but we stay entertained ya know?
Next up: the weekend with my brothas.
After reading over some of the post that I linked back to I found a multitude of typos. Isn't it funny how you can't see them while you write them? You can proof read and spell check all you want, but go back a year later and all the poor punctuation and misspelled words stick out like a sore thumb. It's too complicated and kind of pointless to go back and correct the old posts now. Anyway, thanks for putting up with all my typos you guys!
2 comments:
Just to clarify. It was a BB-Gun. We are not THAT backward. :-)
Are you sure it wasn't a one of the big rifles from your gun collection dad?
Just kidding, he is a good republican, but I am pretty sure that he doesn't own any REAL guns, or does he?
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