When Bullets Fly..

Now I'm not complaining Just a little whining 'cause I feel the need to vent for there're times things get too hot. I work all day twelve hour shifts Look forward to rest then play with my sons. Up my driveway I go then through the door Home at last . When ....zap ! zap! Zing! whissssss! pop ! Ducking and weaving I narrowly miss the bullets from the wife's drawn tongue. Nothing can stop her once she starts. A slam of the door is all it takes to start a volley of bullets flying. I hold my breath, say a prayer and God does intervene. She runs out of bullets retreats, quickly reloads. Sliding along walls, easing thru' doors I grab the boys. By the time she's ready , me and my sons? Boy, do we hit the road.