We were on our way to Dairy Queen the other night to make the Chocolate Covered Strawberry Wafflebowl my bitch for the night and JC pipes up from the backseat.
“I know what you can get me for my birthday!!!”
Waiting for the request for the new Poppy Coach purse….hey, she has taste! Expensive taste, but taste nonetheless.
“I want a conceal carry permit.”
MJ pipes in, “Me too!!”
Now, this really shouldn’t be too out there for my family. Rambo and I keep talking about doing it ourselves.
Because we can.
A warning, we are a family with guns, both kids have had gun safety and can shoot a gun. We have a respect for them and the power they wield. But you never know…doomsday may be around the corner and we may need to boogie on out of here with our go bags. I am a prepper.
Just fucking kidding!!!!!!!!!!!!
I heard you going all…..”Shit. Damn. What the hell? How can she be a prepper?”
Scared you there for a minute didn’t I? (Really though? My BIL is…he scares me!)
I admit, her request did take me by surprise until she said, “Then, you can buy me a pink gun.”
There it was.
She just really wanted a pink handgun. A small one that would fit in her Coach purse. And because it’s cute. Pink with pearl handles. She saw it on TV.
Then we told her that she can’t get a conceal carry permit until she turns 21.
“Well, that’s dumb.”
But damn, what do we get her now?
p.s. I ate the whole thing!