Tuesday to stay
--I'm shocked at how many of my friends are tweeting and commenting about the Crimson Tide and the SEC and the big national championship game last night. I had no idea y'all were so into baseball.
--We're going to get rain. We need it.
--A reference source for all of us. You're welcome.
--I called my dad last night to seek advice on a case. I'm not ashamed to do that.
--My daughter customized her rifle yesterday:
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--In honor of my old partner's new job with another, much larger agency, his in-laws put on a wolf-pack trap/skeet shoot. Each of us put in $5 a round, and the winner took half of every pot. The pot grew, and finally over $200 was donated to a fund for widows of fallen peace officers.
--I made it to the final two twice.
--My elder daughter shot the old family 20 gauge that I had shot all through my teen years. I glad that Dad didn't sell it. She did very well, actually.
--I sliced the hell out of my thumb, trying to use the back of the blade of my Spyderco to open a box of CCI CB Longs. No, the lock on the knife didn't fail; the operator's internal safety did. I had to ask a vet present to superglue my thumb shut.