“Welcome to our home. Make yourself comfortable. Would you like something to drink? Please, help yourself to some pita and hummus. What? What’s that you say? ‘What are those little shiny things congregated atop that cabinet?’ Oh. Haha. Well. Those are bullets. Just some bullets. Uhm, you know, .45 caliber bullets. To a 1911 Remington Rand pistol. So. Yeeah. Would you like some more hummus?”
Mmm, bullets. I love that you can go from a cutie holding a mini whale to .45’s without apology. Next you’ll be telling us that you can field dress a moose and running for office. Ladies and Gentlemen the next Mayor of San Diego…
“Hey — check me out! I’m shootin’ a whale!!”
I saw the picture and thought, “Ooh! Tracey has .45 bullets! Yay!”
Congratulations on your 1911. I sleep next to one myself.
sarahk — Oh, that’s not my gun; it’s MB’s. One of his, anyway. Mine is a .22 Deringer. It’s wee and cute.