Living with a boy never gets old.
I walked into our hallway last night to turn off a light and was more than a little startled to be greeted by the site of this:
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| Wtf?! |
That, my friends, is a crossbow. And I have no earthly idea what it is doing there. I don't even know who it belongs to. Or why, late on a Thursday night, one brought it out to play.
I know for a fact Grant isn't going hunting anytime soon because we are going to Chapel Hill this weekend (YAY!!!!). So I'll just have to assume that he thought it needed some fresh air.
I know girls do weird things too, but there is really no female equivalent to inexplicably putting a crossbow on a bench.
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