siguy
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let's start with a little story: so, this morning i woke up and was like "oh no, i have only five minutes until i need to be out the door" and so i rushed around getting ready, packed a very nutritios breakfast and lunch(powerbar for breakfast, pre-packaged brownie for lunch, with a caprisun that i drank with breakfast) and quickly looked for my favorite sling, not finding it, i just stuck my second fav into my pocket and ran out the door. i come home this afternoon, some hours go by, and i walk in to the kitchen, where my mom is sitting in front of the laptop. i am like "ummm...mom, you see my sling anywhere?" then shee's like "yeah, it's sitting ontop of the clean laundry pile" i have a flashback; take off pants, toss into laundry hamper, little did i know at the time my fav sling was in the pocket. back to the present: i walk to the pile, pick up my sling in suspense, and am very happy with what i find. my leather pouch is soft and pliable as always. yay! this tells me that the leather that ron sent me in trade for a sling was probably deer hide, not cow hide, meanign it will dry soft.
anyways.... that is why i am so happy. anyone else have any near sling death experiances?
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