Our household is a little unusual. Sometimes, you never know what you are going to come home to! We live out in the country and we own guns. Plain and simple. I came home from shopping two summers ago, "Doc" was home early that day, and "Pook" was helping him with some things around the house. I should have noticed that everyone was being a little cautious around me, but like I said, our household is a little unusual.
It was a gorgeous day, and I walked out on the deck. I think we were talking about the yard and the patios. I am not sure. Anyway, my husband started asking me if I was looking for new patio furniture. Our furniture was fine, we had a nice set that included a dining table and a taller bar-type table and stools. Notice that I said "had". Of course, I said "no, why." Then I looked down from the second story deck and noticed my bar table with no glass. "Well, I may have shot the table".
Now I am fairly certain that is not a statement most wives hear from their husbands. "Pook" immediately started laughing and proceeded to tell me a similar scenario - you know, coming home to unusual things. He came home and found his father vacuuming the lava rocks in my flower beds and asked what he was doing.
Apparently, "Doc" decided to do a little shooting off the deck towards our ravine. The rifle slipped and the bullet hit the glass table that was on a lower deck waiting to be cleaned. As for me, I spent the next hour with a bewildered look on my face. All I could think to say was "You shot my table, it was part of a set!" Never a dull moment at our house. Today, I am purchasing a new set. This one will be wooden.
Wife, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Nurse, Grandmother, Friend...that's me in a nutshell!