I had a small, teeny-tiny, itsy-bitsy redneck moment this weekend...
The Fetching Mrs. Wookie, the little Wookette, and I had to make a run to the local WalMart Sunday to pick up a few things... Diapers? Check. Baby wipes? Check. Deodorant? Check. 12 guage shotgun shells? Check. I think the funniest part was that the girl at the register didn't even think twice about it. I guess diapers and ammunition is a frequent purchase combo at most WalMarts... |