Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Brass and decorating

Welcome to all the visitors from Home on the Range!  I will hereinafter refer to this as the MausersandMuffins-Tide.  Similar to an Instalanche but for folks who like food and firearms.

Continuing the decorating meme--- In houses like ours, especially with no kids around, we tend to have items laying around that might be considered to be off-putting to the casual visitor (oh, like say the Jehovah's Witnesses that show up every third Friday like clockwork).  Mr. B. being the range-hound that he is will often just plop several bags of spent brass on the kitchen table until it makes its way downstairs to the reloading area (he goes through the bin at the range for good brass and ALWAYS brings home our spent brass).  Not to mention the empty reload boxes that also end up on the kitchen table next to the brass.

It is not unusual for the cats to be playing with spent primers or rogue brass (usually .22s brought in on boots or that somehow ended up in pockets) throughout the kitchen and living room (.22 brass bounces well and makes cool noises on hardwoods).  It also makes an interesting noise in the vacuum cleaner. 

Then of course there are the various knives and magazines (both empty and full) on the bookshelves, and the occassional carry piece that ends up on either the kitchen table or the end table in the living room, all of which have to be swept up should anyone that doesn't know us very well visits because if we don't, they don't tend to stay very long (please see the first paragraph for the Jehovah's Witnesses).   Just count our house as another one that would be a realtor's nightmare.

4 comments:

Stephen said...

Count me as a Home on the Range guy. One morning, I was cleaning a couple rifles and a pistol on the kitchen table, (don't tell my wife) when the doorbell rang. The neighbor gal wanted to borrow some cinnamon. She kept glancing nervously at the guns all over the table. I was washing my hands before rooting around in the cubbords when the doorbell rang again. Fed Ex. With two 2160 round cases of surplus Russian ammo. He said, "man, ammunition is heavy." Aghast. That would be a good description of the look on the sweet little neighbors face. She took the cinnamon and fled.

Mr.B said...

Just wait 'til the Census folks come.......

We'll make 'em feel welcome...

Midwest Chick said...

Great story! The Fed Ex timing was spot on! Has your neighbor ever come over to borrow anything again??

We've cleaned more than one gun at the kitchen table too....

Stephen said...

Nope, but she has sent her boys over a time or 2 for something. Nice gal, just clueless.