I have learned to accept the fact that I live in an area of the world that some might call “red neck”.  When P and I first got together, one of our first dates was to go out shooting (with a BB gun).  It was a big deal, since I had never held any sort of gun before.  I’m sure he thought about running from me as soon as he heard I hadn’t grown up in a hunting family. . . “What did you DO when you were growing up?”

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