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| A couple years ago, Donna had to have a new recliner. I was done hunting for the season earlier that morning, and managed to wrestle the old one out on the back porch. As soon as it was out there I flopped down and reclined it. Pretty soon she brought me out my rifle and a beer and said "hold these." Right about then a herd of deer crossed the field. She tried to get everything in the pic but only got me.
It wasn't long before the orange got put away and the chair went on the pickup and off to the dump. | |
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