For his birthday, Greg had his brother-in-law ship out four of his. That's right, four. And he has several more just lying around his parents' house in North Carolina. After forcing me to sit in the front window for three days, just in case the guns came, and spending an entire night reassembling and cuddling with his guns, Greg and his buddies went shooting today. Emma and I also went, but sat in the car most of the time. For some reason the joy of shooting a gun does not make my feet warm. I suggested that we try again in June or July. But Greg had a good time and nobody got hurt so I'm happy.
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