So, today I waffled between talking about guns or food. They're both fun topics, but with the cold and the snow and the ice and the fact that Winter isn't even trying to pretend it's over, I decided to talk about guns. No, not my scrawny guns and you can just ignore that scary face I'm making too.
Let's just focus on these kinds of guns. As I mentioned, we shot us some guns this weekend. It's the only really appropriate Valentine's Day activity there is as far as I'm concerned...At least the only one you'd want to see photos of anyway. My friend R. knows his guns and is all about safety. In fact, he had us wait to drink anything fun, until we put our toys away.
R. has this great pheasant dog name Scuba. Scuba was very excited when the guns started going off and wanted to go retrieve our stuffed animal kill again and again and again and again. Erik was really good about playing that game with him.
Just imagine how cold and wet and gross that stuffed animal was after an hour.
As you can see, us ladies (and I do use that term loosely) were super into shooting off guns. We even used the shot gun, and all made hilarious faces after we felt that kick-back against our shoulders.
These were the hideous creatures we shot. Seriously, each and every one of them was scarier than a clown.
I think you'd all agree, they really did deserve to be shot. I finally picked this one off it's branch with one of my last shots. I honestly don't know when I've been prouder of myself.
And this photo really doesn't have anything to do with the post. I just wanted to post another gratuitous pic of Erik in his eighties cowboy outfit - this time holding pistols. I'm going to go ahead and assume you all wanted to see it too. And if not, all y'all can just humor me.
