Snake hunting

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This weekend is my mommy vacation.

I'll probably never come back so it's been nice knowing you.

No I will certainly come back at some point next week, (the benefit of Sean's job is that when he is home, he is home all day,) which gives me great freedom to do things like this. Where is my vacation, you ask?

Wait for it...

Wait for it...

My hometown. With an 0ut-of-town wedding of a lifelong family friend thrown in.

Apparently Mom and Dad have seen a snake recently so part of the weekend will probably be devoted to hunting snakes. Hunting snakes is kind of a family tradition since we grew up having to deal with them every summer. It's not too bad really-kind of fun since no one likes snakes. As long as I have on some good boots and something to shoot with I don't mind snakes. Spiders, not so much. I'm terrified of those. Ask my parents. Where they live there are both spiders and snakes and I'd go for the snakes any day.

Logical?

Nope. But when have I ever been logical?

Ok signing off...

Y'all have a great weekend!