Who says you can't get a man with a gun?
Whatever.
A couple of weeks ago the foxy Mr. and I went on a very redneck date night. And it was a hoot. Where'd we go? Glad you asked.
The.gun.range. Yes, we did.
(At least one girl in my BS group just whooped and hollered)
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I was so nervous and shaking the whole time while he loaded the gun because I've never held a gun that had a "magazine." (That's the bullet holder for all you novice sharp-shooters) Yeah, and now I'm soooo knowledgeable... :)
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He showed me the proper way to load, aim, and shoot. The Invisible Me was playing an episode of 24 in my mind... I was Jack Bauer's assistant and he was so in need of my mad firepower skills...because he was being held captive by some really bad guys trying to kill the president...and me, in my arsenal glory showed up just in time to annihilate the foreign terrorists and save the day by putting a hole in the Blue Smurf enemy... Of course. Whew. Super-hero'in is hard work.
I'm not sure I can actually kill an intruder if they come into my house but I can sure scare them and maybe take off a finger or two (if I aim for the heart)... Let's just say I need a lot of work. But seriously, take note of the shell you see flying out of my gun. That is good cameramannin', Foxy Mr.
But here we are, on our redneck date night. And YES, I was the dork asking someone to take a picture of us! But PLEASE notice where I am pointing... The heart. YES, I made that shot.
Don't break into my house and think you're going to get to my babies.
You've.been.warned.
