Speaking of unwanted pests, our oldest Son's Fiance's Family came by recently to discuss the upcoming Wedding. Now bear in mind, our Son and future Daughter in Law are nearly 30 years old and both have been on their own for years.
So my Son's future Mother In Law starts in on all this wedding planning bull-shat and I look at her husband and say, "wanna go outside and drink some whisky while these women-folk banter around about this nonsense.?" His wife gave him the stink eye and the fella sits back down and shuts his pie hole.
No biggie, I say, and grab the nearest semi-auto sporting rifle and proceed to the range for about 20 minutes, blasting away like its WW3!
My Son joined me and said "Dad, they're not gun people and they don't drink."
I just shook my head as my Son and I shot for a few more minutes then returned to the house. The whole walk back to the house I had my hand on my Son's shoulder patting him lovingly like a father does. I kept thinking about the "Power of The Vagina" as we walked.
Thankfully, the pests got the message and left and I enjoyed the rest of the evening by the chickens sippin brown whisky and thinking about life and lessons...