Maggie's Farm

I was skulking around my house the other night with a loaded shotgun in my hand. Some pranksters were banging on doors and causing trouble around 1 A.M. sheeesh. Scary. I didn't know which door they hammered on, so I had to go from door to door and turn on lights not knowing what I'd see. What was strange was the initial adrenaline surge faded away as I picked up the shotgun and forced myself to move. I can't describe the state I was in, but it was trance-like and deadly.

The only thing, I had on a short, natty little yellow cotton bathrobe. Not fitting for Meta the Murderess.

ugh. :(
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Jappy, I don't want to go through that again. I forgot to mention that at the time I was walking-tall, I did not know they were pranksters. I flagged down some cops who were driving around and they told me they'd gotten a couple of calls. So, I was afraid for sure. No, the darling pits were not at home. Where my son is, they are. However, far fiercer and far more deadly because of his bad breath, my Yorkie, Fergus, stood by after the initial scare. As in stood by, he hid under the covers by the book I was reading and quivered. Little bastard.

Yipes... I like your big pony. What a mix! I bet she's precious. Mixed breeds are wonderful. Pits come in all variations, some better, some not. One of my son's pits is too darling for words. The other,- he needs to grow up and will this summer when he gets cop training like his older brother. "Ramona"? I SO love that name I can't stand it. clap, clap, clap.... :)

I'm quit sure I would have killed. No question, in fact. My ex is taking me this weekend to get an automatic shotgun and a handgun. I have a Glock but it's too much for me. I want the Judge like Marianne has.

Jappy, Gimme back that armored outfit I wore on our first date.
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Thanks, Jephnol. No telling what would have happened had I had to fire the shotgun, but I know the scoop. I was hunting with my boyfriend in high school and was sporting a double-barrel sawed-off shotgun when I came upon two snakes in the path. I got so excited I fired off both barrels without shouldering the gun properly. It raked up my side and from my right hip to my right elbow, I was black and blue and purple for weeks. To describe the damage to me, even my right breast was severely bruised. That was a hard lesson, and made even harder because I had to hide the wincing and agony from my parents.

As for that lovely Walmart, ten-year-old robe..... I imagine had I shot, it would have ended up thirty feet behind me. ew.
How embarrassing. Make sure the first shot is a killing shot.
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"She didn't die." Nah, but she wished she did. She spent the rest of the day singing in her head, "HAA PEE NESS IS A WAARRMM GUNNN..... Pull my finger."

She had a good imagination as I'm sure the fear of falling and the icy temps prevented you from being locked and loaded.

I think it's time to get offline. :}
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oh. ow. Those days are long gone, and thank heavens. haha.

I agree with you about how strange it is that some people don't get the weapon thing. I've had the same conversations with women and I wonder to myself - 'What? Are you just going to let yourself be a victim?" I don't get that mentality. After the incident of the other night, a few people suggested a full-house alarm system. I said, "Nah. I want the pleasure of looking right at the intruder and shooting him."
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