Easter weekend we loaded up the car and headed south on I-35 to Marietta, Oklahoma. We stayed at the home of our good friends that we've referred to as "The Farm" since I was a child. Not really sure why we call it The Farm since nothing is "farmed" there. While on our get-a-way, we did and saw things we wouldn't normally in Suburbia, America.
#1 - My cousin's son, Blue (who is 8) shot a snake and brought it to us to see. It was huge! When I asked what happened to the belly of the snake he replied "well, I shot it" as if saying, what else do you think happened to it.
#2 - Aunt Lenora has a couple of chicken coops and we ate fresh eggs in the best chicken salad ever!
|I couldn't stop laughing while Trent was taking my picture. |
By the way, the gun was not loaded at this time.
|Finally, a serious face. Hand guns really aren't a joking matter.|
|Doesn't he look tough!|
|He's a much better shot than I am.|