To Grandmother's house we go...

A quick home-related story for you :)

My mom and sisters and I spent a few hours this afternoon visiting with my grandparents at their house. Well, my sisters and I visited...my mom cleaned their kitchen. She also challenged my sisters and I to a "game" which entailed matching a slew of plastic containers with their lids... and made me wish that Glad, Ziploc, Rubbermaid, and all their friends would get their act together and follow a standardized model for container shape and size. Geezlouise.

When I finished that I went out to the kitchen to see what my mom was doing, and she asked me to look in the breakfast nook for a broom. Having a slight recollection that there might be a broom in the corner by the front door, I walked into the dimly lit breakfast nook and looked in the corner which was partially obscured by some coats on a coat hook. Seeing something tallish and narrow that widened at the bottom, I thought I'd found what I was seeking, so I reached into the corner and closed my hand around something that felt like two broom handles attached together. Since my grandparents frequently order items from catalogs like Harriet Carter , I suspected that perhaps it was a broom with a foldable handle (no, I've never seen a broom like this, but neither have I seen most of the things sold by Harriet Carter). Anyway, I lifted this "broom" only to find that it was at least ten times heavier than expected. When I pulled it curiously into the light, what do you think I was holding?





If you guessed a shotgun, you'd be right.

Allow me to also inform you that my grandfather has vision problems, and really shouldn't drive, let alone shoot a gun. But, he loves his garden...and apparently those groundhogs aren't going to get away with anything...