This morning at breakfast, Daddy started making threatening noises, said he needed to get his shotgun back from the family member he'd sold it to, because he needed a shotgun by the front door. He looked pointedly down the table at my face, and pretended to look ferocious. I grinned back at him (probably with what one friend would call my pixie-grin) and cheerily said "You go right ahead and put your gun by the front door. I've got a window!" Daddy seemed to think this was hilariously funny, Mama raised her eyebrow, and the rest of the table roared.
Yay me. :D
Yay me. :D
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