The power went off at the barber shop today, so I was able to get home about an hour early. Low and behold, Numbers 12 and 13 were waiting for me! Now I just have to wait until the end of the first week of May to present my dad with his. I'll let him choose which one he wants, and we'll christen them together! Or give him the lower number. I haven't decided yet which I'll do.
These are beautiful! Each has it's own individual character with ever so subtle differences in shading, shape, and texture. It'll be a darned hard choice to make.
So go ahead, tell me how smooth the draw is. Tell me how comfortable it is to clench and not tire out your jaw muscles. Pile it on! I can take it! I've only got seventeen more days to stare at it. Hold and caress it. Only a few more weeks to be teased and tortured and tormen....no....I'll put them both back in their pouches to keep temptation at bay. And put'em on a shelf. A high shelf. Break the ladder!
Yeah! That's the ticket! Just like I did with my wife, Morgan Fairchild. ( Sorry John, couldn't help it. It just started heading that way).
So anyway, post away. Toss in some pics. I can take it. This'll build character, you know.
Well, enough ramblings of a mad man.
O.K., maybe just a peek every now and then.