Friday, November 28, 2014
Well, there goes my Black Friday.
No .22 Long Rifle ammo specials to be had in central Ohio. Not that I could discover. Oh, well. Ironically, there were several in the Birmingham area, but the guy who I tasked to pick some up turns out to have overslept. And this is the guy who wants to marry my oldest daughter. I told his father the other day that he met my minimum standards: a. He loves her. B. She loves him. C. He's a hard worker. D. He can shoot. E. He would, I have no doubt, take a bullet for her. But if he can't even be trusted to pick up a box of .22 Long Rifle, I may have to reconsider.