Originally Posted by
Krystyna
I need some very large stilettos to poke family members into line.
Sharp ones.
That fit on the end of a shotgun.
(Don't worry. I'd only load it with rock salt like mountain folk do to shoo off the revenuers. When you shoot them it stings like heck, but the salt keeps the wounds cleaned out ...)
OK. Back to reality.
Keep sharp things away from me.
At least for the rest of the afternoon.
I got shot with rock salt once... I was about 8 years old and my brother and I were stealing apples from the orchard down the street(we lived way out in the country down the street was about half a mile or more) We jumped the fence after school, and those were the days when girls wore dresses! man o man I still feel that sting in my bottom, never even got my brother and it was his idea! Now days they would lock up the guy who shot us, but really that was the first and last time I ever jumped a fence to steal apples... But if the apples are hanging over the fence, that is another story!