Another country story for ya

A couple of days ago Wayne went and got in the hot tub. Now normally at the end of the day I go with him and we have a glass of wine. But for some reason I didn't go (I think I was putting up roving in a mad dash to beat the cats to discovering it). So he went out there alone with his glass of wine.

I start hearing some people on the property across the road from us target practicing - probably with a .22. No big deal. Then all the sudden I hear my husband out there screaming 'HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY - WATCH WHERE YOU'RE SHOOTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!". I'm like - what???

I go out there to see what is going on. Wayne says that a bullet went JUST by his head!!!! Now this is someone that was in the first Gulf War - he knows what it sounds like when a bullet goes right by your head. Based on where it went - it probably would have hit me had I been sitting out there with him. Boy was I PISSED!!!!!!!!!!!! Woooooo WEEEEEEEEE I was hoppin' mad.

Now, I'm a firm believer that, as parents, we are here to teach our kids how to not act stupid. And that dosen't go for just MY kids - I mean kids in general. My husband grew up in the days where other parents were free to discipline you for acting stupid. Then they called your mom to tell her how stupid you were acting. Then you got disciplined at home by your mom for acting stupid somewhere else which rightfully had resulted in your discipline from another parent. Then she said "You just WAIT until your father gets home". Then your dad found out what had happened while he was at work and then HE got to discipline you again. Ahhhhhhh........those were the good 'ol days.

Anyways, I marched myself inside and picked up the car keys - I was going over to the property across the street to give somebody a piece of my mind. Of course when Wayne saw my state of being he thought it best to accompany me. So off we went on our little adventure.

Turns out (as suspected) that it was a couple of kids - like 10 and 15 - over there shooting. Nice, just turn your kids loose with a gun. It wasn't even their property!! So we read them the riot act. Mr. Military asked them if they happened to have been taught ANYTHING about gun safety. I told them the next time I heard a shot from over there they were going to get picked up by the cops and visit the pokey. I think we scared them pretty good - you know, letting them know they almost just murdered someone and all - and we haven't heard a single shot from over there since.

So, my dear readers, the moral of the story is - if you are going to go out and shoot your gun, don't aim it at the crazy people across the street.