Most weekends the bubs and I just sit around and watch really lame reality TV shows while arguing over whose gonna wash the dishes. (I know, this totally oozes romance)
But this weekend we decided to change it up a notch.
Guys, guess where I went.
Give ya a hint: There were no water color paints and I couldn't wear a cute dress.
Yep, home girl went to the gun range!
I know, completely random, sorta terrifying, and kinda amazing.
I've never ever shot a real gun before ever. Unless you count hunting for ducks while using this beauty:
...and I know you hear that dog's laugh in your head--come on you KNOW that laugh
ok, back to real life (focus Leonora)
I was unsure what one would wear to the gun range, so I just kinda winged it.
pink flip flops and toes? Check.
pink gun goggle thingy-ma-bobbies? Check.
a teeny bow in my hair to show how bad ass I am? Totally check.
True Store: The 7 year old kid behind me was totally kicking my butt.
I have no idea what I am doing.
Bub "in the zone"
Man make things go boom *grunt grunt*
Uncle Mark giving it a go. He's pretty legit with those ear phone things on.
Eat it Angelina Jolie, there is a good chance that next "totally bad ass tough chick who is really-like-skilled with a gun" movie roll might just go to yours truly.
Just saying. Watch your back Angie, ok?
have you done anything out of your comfort zone lately?