Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Fire! Fishing! Firearms!
Anyway...fishing! I went fishing this weekend for the first time in years and years and years and years and...you get the picture. Nick wanted to fish, so grandma's boyfriend got him all set up. We cast and Nick eagerly watched that bobber, clutching the pole for dear life. About 45 seconds later, he handed it to me. He'd had enough. The boy needs action! Immediate gratification! Fishing wasn't doing it for him so I ended up manning the pole (that almost sounded obscene..."oh,yeah baby, I'll man your pole..."). Anyway, it was quite fun. I didn't catch anything, but the anticipation was thrilling. The most excitement I've had in weeks. Then, THEN, if I thought THAT was exciting, the next day we went shooting.
Yeah, that's right. You don't mess with me. In case you were wondering, I have awesome aim. I once came in third in the woman's division of black powder shooting. Yup...little known fact, right there. I'm like an onion. Layers and layers...
I also discovered that when expended shells from a 9mm land in your cleavage, it hurts. A lot.
Note to self: wear turtleneck when shooting.