Okay.

Since this here blog is a place of honesty and truth, I feel I might as well not hide this from you.  After all, you’ve seen my laundry piles.  You know we homeschool.  It’s just the next step in the progression, really.

I fully understand though that some folks might not care to see us and our offspring packin’ heat.  Namely my mother.  I don’t mean to offend and I apologize in advance.  Really, I do.

However, lest you think we’re completely off the radar nutsos, let me point to to a little something you might have heard before.

“A well regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the People to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed.”

Just the Second Amendment of the UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION.  So, you see, we are totally legal if not a little redneck.  I like to tell myself it’s making my children well rounded.  I do what I need to do to get to sleep at night.

Anyway, Jac’s push present (his gift for having brought me and Ellie safely through labor) was a fancy-shmancy handgun.  He was itching to shoot it and, it must be admitted, so was Papa Chris.  And Max received his first BB gun this year and was anxious to take it out.  (We like to start them  young around here.) How I ended up at this particular gun show, I’m not really sure. 

No, seriously.

But that sweet .22 rifle I’m wielding in the last shot?  That baby’s all mine.

God bless America.