she has ammunition.

i took a picture when i said goodbye. i wanted to remember their faces while i was away.

little sweeties. the innocent babes had no idea they were looking at a threat to national safety.

actually, none of us had any idea. i wasn't actually a criminal until i passed through security.

just ahead of me was a youthful male with a punk-rock attitude. the poor kid had worn a plastic belt that looked like a full bullet holster. i thought it was an unfortunate choice as the security hassled him, fellow passengers staring.
reality checked me as my bag passed the x-ray and a women guard stated matter-of-factly, "she has ammunition."

i'd been carrying my mom's bag, which was actually my dad's bag. there were 100 rounds in a side pocket, yikes.

after an extended stay in security and a hot chocolate to calm my cold-sweats we could say, "no harm done." my dad might disagree since we turned his ammunition in to the police (who totally came).

totally worth the trouble to have the girl trip.

i take comfort in knowing that when i'm gone my lovies get to do all the things they like and i don't. like eat artichokes.

ew.