Shopping?

We went into town yesterday for my Mom's Birthday dinner.















There's my weird family - Mom, middle right.

Since we got into town early
we figured we would do a little shopping.

There were 3 men in my car -
So, this is their idea of shopping...



















This is my idea of shopping...




















Their idea...




















My idea...
















Get the picture?

Not that I don't enjoy an occasional stroll
through the hunting stuff...

But it's always the same.

They head over to the ammo...

I check out all the shoes I can't afford...

I go see if they are done...
still checking out the ammo.

Then I go look at all the sports clothes
...I can't afford...

Go over to see if they are done...
Still checking out the ammo.

So, I go check out the pistols
...all of which I can't afford...

I see the guys baseball caps
jutting up above the ammo aisle.
Well, Aaron's is jutting
I take it on faith Russell is over there with him
considering he really isn't tall enough to jut.
(Is that a word?)

I wander over to the shotguns...
Looking for the one I want...
...that I'll never be able to afford...

I wander over to the ammo aisle
and they are still over there discussing ammo!
Rows and rows of little boxes all different colors
Vying for their attention.
What on earth could they possibly find to talk
about for 30 minutes over the ammo boxes?

Then.............................

We leave without buying any ammo!

Whatever...