Tonight after work Kevin called and said that we were going to Michael's Grandparent's house to go target shooting. Ordinarily, shooting isn't exactly my cup of tea. But I haven't had the chance to go practice with my newest carry weapon yet, so I took him up on the offer. So I turned off the Miley Cyrus bio on E! and got ready. I will admit, I put on eyeliner, but in my defense, I resisted the very strong urge to run over my hair with a curling iron. Hey, I knew there would be some serious photo ops going on. Here are the spoils.
Kickin' it old school with the Timberlands circa 1997. Yes...I was late.
"Take a picture of me!" (yes, i still say that, mom!)
No, I'm still not ready
Loading the clip. check out the killer highlights.
I that a gun in your pocket...
Be very afraid
Mr. and Mrs. Smith....err, Webb
My HOTT husband
Michael was being a sniper
He wanted to crawl through this drain pipe...until he realized he would come out into the water
The spoils
1 comments:
Hahaha. And in pink.
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