tawnya

We all know that Chuck shuffled off this mortal coil.

Go to the range and shoot a bunch of guns. Sometimes I get all caught up in how they kill people and forget that they're explosions, and therefore totally fun. I re-learned that handguns aren't so much for me, I'm more adept with a rifle or, in this case, shotgun. 'SPLODEY!

(Those are not my shots on there! Sadly, I didn't get a virgin target, maybe cause there were seven of us.)

My arm now looks like this. Due to my diminutive stature, and the size of the ear muff thingers, I didn't get a good hold on the first couple rounds. Now my arm is Cajun, that is to say, blackened and tender. The light in the bathroom doesn't do it justice.