Tuesday, July 26, 2005

There's a hand gun under my bed

I figured he'd put it in the drawer but while making the bed the other day I kicked the hand gun, hidden under his side of the bed.

We don't have kids-- no one but us and the dogs in the bedroom so that isn't too big a deal, but still... THERE IS A HAND GUN IN MY BEDROOM.

This is the best metaphor for a combining of lives that are not similar, with lifestyles that are not similar in the hopes of making something new and interesting.

For the record I am against guns unequivocally.

I am not however against him unequivocally-- or at all.


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