this morning, i was shuffling around the bedrooms in my house, gathering hangers for laundry and all that when i happened to see something sticking out of my dad's sock drawer...an envelope. I stared at it and i kept seeing the word "glock" and i was sitting there thinking "what? like a glockenspiel? an instrument? did my dad get a glockenspiel?" NUUUUU! I WAS WRONG! WRRROOOOOOONG!

It was a GLOCK! as in a holy freaking gun! a weapon! of evil!

i say this in this fashion as my father is not a nice person. in fact, when he's here, he's abusive, argumentative and mentally unstable, in my opinion. if i ever had kids, they'd never be alone with him unsupervised. i don't even like leaving my animals alone with him.



so now i'm rather worried, because my father can fly off the handle in the drop of a hat.

so now my mentally unstable has a glock gun in his sock drawer..and i am left wondering if I should be worried and start looking for a nice hidey hole to crawl into...or if this is just one of his phases. either way, i don't like having a gun in this house, especially in my father's incapable hands.