Amazing how happy a man can be when his favorite team wins.
When doing our Saturday cleaning, I finally threw away a branch of old shriveled mistletoe my husband had plucked from a tree in our yard. He had mounted it above the kitchen sink.
When I saw it there, I asked, “Do you really need that as an excuse?”
Two years ago, I bought my husband a shotgun.
Back in November, he bought me ear protection. We never did go out shooting, though. I think he got sick.
Finally, yesterday morning, we went to a shooting range and fired that gun for the first time. He shot skeet, and used up most of the one box of ammo we brought. Fritz had baseball tryouts in the early afternoon, so we had only a bit of time left. My husband offered to buy more ammo, but I thought the two shots left would be enough for this time. I just wanted to know how to load and fire the gun.
If you’ve never shot before, the people showing you how to load the gun, chamber a round, keep your finger on the side until you’re ready to fire, place the butt in the pocket between your arm and torso, keep both eyes open and your cheek against the stock, and line the target up with the sight, might fail to mention that you have to put most of your weight on your front foot.
Just so you know, if you don’t do that, you might fall over backwards.
I managed to catch myself, but, boy, what a kick.
And, that pocket between the arm and the torso where you placed the butt of the gun? The same force that wants to throw you backward is also exerted on your shoulder there. I only shot two rounds, but I can feel them today. Not sure I want to shoot an entire box. Ouch.
Is it Monday again already? I’m trying to figure out what time I should make my happy Packers fans get out of bed. It’s events like these that make me want to live on the West Coast.