than they get excited about anything else. I come from a family of very refined rednecks. We love NASCAR, yes. My grandpa once had a worm farm, yes. Having a dozen people wielding firearms is a normal Christmas, yes. But we don’t keep broken down cars in the front yard for 20 years. My parents have cable television. Most of us have all our teeth. Like I said, we’re refined rednecks.
Oh and can I just say how hot my lover is with that gun? That man is smokin’ hooottt! Sorry ladies, he’s mine. 🙂
You wouldn’t want to meet her in a dark alley. You wouldn’t come out alive. Which I guess technically means you wouldn’t come out. I’ll have to work on those logistics.
Here are some more of us firearm-wielding women:
If you knew how sugary-sweet my darling grandmother is you would know why this picture is awesome. And I just want to point out that we are EXTREMELY safe when we go out to the shooting range. My dad/uncle/grandfather all give stern instructions on how to handle a gun properly. Plus all of us have been handling guns since we could walk. It’s a redneck thing.
Next time you see me in person ask about the time I thought there was a creep coming to get me. It involved medication, the dog, and a shotgun. It’s an edge-of-your-seat-nail-biting kind of story. And it’s GOOD.
Now if we just had horses. Or actually, four-wheelers. Covered in camouflage. Ya, that sounds about right. 🙂
Bahahaha! Doesn’t this picture just make you laugh?!?! And yes, I always seem to glow like that. It’s because I’m so angelic 😉
And that’s it! Thanks for tolerating all these Christmas recaps. They’re over now. You’re welcome.