Armed and Dangerous

The Hubby didn't feel safe in the home without some sort of weapon.

That's what the Army does to you.

A knife wasn't enough.

The giant wooden stick I grabbed from the closet was definitely not enough.

So he bought a gun.

I'm scared of guns. 

When we lived in Georgia we had a roommate who left guns on the coffee table.

I do not like guns.

Fast forward to this past weekend.

The Hubby took me to a shooting range.
He showed me exactly what I had to do.

I fired my first bullet. 

I screamed.

I threw the gun back on the table.

I tried again.

And it was awesome.

A friend told me that she thought the video would be of me freaking out.

The Hubby thought I would freak out, too.

But, no. 

I rocked it. 

For my first time, anyway.

Can we please go again?