Hey Kat, so glad to hear from you!! I hear ya about school--S is in 9th grade right now and we are busy busy with getting him ready--I can't imagine doing this x 4!!
I am getting along with H pretty well. He went to his parents this a.m. and took his guns. I asked him to remove them from the house. I have a funny story about that.lol.
He has a couple of shotguns, and quite honestly, during this time he has expressed that he is "afraid of me" (D4ML, didn't yours say that too--SO WEIRD!! Like, WHY are you afraid of ME??)
Anyway, I am thinking, I am afraid of YOU with your two shotguns and your history of a NASTY TEMPER...the fear thing just escalated for maybe no good reason but anyway, I said a couple of days ago I want you to get those guns out of the house. And he was very agreeable, OK, I'll take them to parent's.
So he asks me to carry the one while he carries the other and I give him a pained look (the guy always has to have me "help" with the stupidest things) and we are walking out of the house, him in front of me, and I said "Boy, I bet you are hoping right now you were careful to remove all the bullets, huh!". He says, "I am always careful to do that". So I hold up the gun, point it off to the side (not directly at him but to the side of him JUST IN CASE) and pull the trigger and there is an audible "CLICK".
I said "I BET you jumped just a little inside just now"
