[I realize that this statement will come back to haunt me if I ever decide to run for public office. However, at this point, I think it's safe to say that my entire blog will come back to haunt me if I ever decide to run for public office.]
It's beginning to feel like I never keep my word. I swore I would never live in the desert. (Let's be honest, this is the desert.) I promised to never do a home birth, on purpose. I think at one point I even said that I would never marry the guy that is currently my husband. (Sorry, Honey, it's true.)
Do you guys remember Scott Scanlon? He was a nerdy kid on the first few seasons of 90210. They wrote him out of the show on a "very special episode" about gun control. Scott was showing off his father's gun to David, when it suddenly went off and killed him. All the popular and cool kids like Dylan and Kelly, who had ignored him while he was alive, came to his funeral in black halter tops and cried. It made no sense, but that is besides the point.
This really affected me. I saw that as a teenager and said to myself, "No guns in our house. NO WAY." Flash forward 15 years or so and not only do we own guns, but this is what we did on Saturday -
My 15 year old self would not approve.