In the blood (OK, water) bath that followed, no one was spared.
Tragically, we were all soaking wet before dinner. We finally managed to get the trigger-happy, gun-toting maniac tucked into bed, but only because we allowed her to sleep with her weapon. Knowing that happiness is a warm gun, it seemed like concession enough in exchange for some damn peace.
Sarah was glad to have the shooting spree over with.
3 comments:
You go Mother Superior Kate jumping that gun. Irene pleads for a toy gun all the time.
Well, a gun is cheaper than a pony...
I missed the 'Gunfight at the Kicking N' Screaming Corral', darn it...
They looked like they had fun; must have been exhausted too, and slept throught the night...
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