Or floating room to room.
Closet to closet.
Put away neatly, but ...good Lord.
It's like freaking Hoarders-Organized Edition in here.
Craigslist to the rescue.
I know a lot of women are concerned about inviting total strangers to their rural (ie, backwoods) homes.
I'm not stupid- "sure! I can be here at midnight, and make sure I'm home alone!"
I have a healthy dose of concern. I love reading forensics, and psychology, so I know there's a potential nut job around every corner.
After visiting my house?
Four dogs. It sounds like Hell Hounds are after you when you pull up.
Irie Akita has a bark as big as her booty. She's 96 lbs of StrangerDanger.
I was trying to find serious photos of Girlfriend, but kept stumbling across these.
Just imagine the horror and humiliation of being savaged by a dog wearing bows and bunny ears....?
I also enjoy hanging our targets from the gun range inside the front door, on a pretty little shabby chic magnetic board (ya know, where I should be leaving sweet notes for hubby).
There's a sign under this stating the gun used and distance. Whoever does best gets bragging rights.
This was mine. Smith and Wesson M&P .40 at 125 yards. Not horrible.
So, when I open the front door to the Craigslist Lunatic...
S/He is greeted by Hell Hounds.
And gun range targets.
side note- the assessors office just stopped by for their every 3 yr visit.
That very nice man seemed fairly traumatized.
Anyway, along with my distrusting nature and gun targets and crazed WV Dogs.....
|What's Christmas without camo ...and homemade wine. Which explains SO much about this pic.|
Who in HELL would come back to kidnap me and turn me into a human skin lampshade?!
We scare the Craigslist Crazies.