~ Give That Boy A Knife! ~

Last night we ate dinner on the back deck, one of my favorite things to do.

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I love the evening song of the birds as they settle for the night.  I love the dusk rise of all the fireflies from the grass.  I love the gentle breeze and the flutter of the leaves.  All of that makes my dinner taste so much more delicious.

Varmint hates the bugs in her drink.

Critter hates the fact that he has to sit and eat, regardless of where it has to happen.

And My Captain hates eating and sweating at the same time.

But they are so charmed by my romantic notion of eating Al Fresco, that they willingly comply.  (Or maybe it’s a deep and abiding fear of my threat that they won’t eat at all if they don’t get their asses out there.  Either way, it’s compelling.)

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As I glanced around in my final meal preparations, I noticed something unusual.

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Something hanging on the corner of the rail.

2014-06-24 18.13.46A home made bow….

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and arrow….

The bow was strung with something that looked shockingly like my expensive stretchy jewelry wire, and the arrow had been painstakingly sharpened.

I ran to my cutlery drawer to inspect the condition of my Cutco Steak Knives, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Critter then reminded me that My Captain had bought him another pocket knife, and wasn’t I proud of him for making a bow and arrow instead of carving his name in his bedpost like he wanted to?

And this, my friends, is why we can’t have nice things…..

 

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