That’s pretty darn sad!





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It was. There was nothing funny about it at all.

My cousin was doing some genealogy research for a hereditary society. The ancestor he chose had a similar "complicated" situation and it led to several pages of a family bible being torn out to "excommunicate" a few family members. Those pages were needed to prove relation, was the problem. My cousin wound up finding a different ancestor with less drama in the family tree.

"Why do you have so many guns?"

"I don't know, why do you have so many pairs of shoes?"

It will be 34 years in September....

And you can sell the guns for what you paid for them.

Shoes? Not so

My sister has a shoe collection to rival Imelda Marcos.

shoes!!!!
 

I have one of those too, sisters with SHOES I mean!

I hit the wife lottery.
She’s an amazing woman and our children and myself are extremely blessed.
My gun safes were already busting at the seems and I come home with a 22 gun collection that I bought from an old gentleman. Anyway there where guns everywhere for about a month. My wife comes to me and says ……. Murph…. Do me a favor. No more guns ! I’m sure I looked at her with sad puppy eyes. Then she smiled and added not until you buy another safe.

Six years ago, The Lovely Linda bought me a house that is on one level, because I had some spectacular falls in our old four level house. Well, one level except for the man cave. The power chair takes me to my guns. That was her idea. We've been together for 25 years and three bird dogs. Life is good.