What dreams are made of...
I forgot to mention how I discharged a firearm for the first time last Wednesday. Joe, while we were scouting out paintball land, introduced me to the wonders of shooting skeet. This is when a little clay disk is hurled into the air and you mercilessly unload on it with a 12 gauge shotgun. I miraculously hit my first target, and it's not as easy as it looks. Though I was quite nervous of the power of the weapon, nothing feels quite like popping a clay into a fine dust and watching the smoke curl out of the barrel while you shuck the used shell onto the ground. Oh yes, there was maniacal laughter. To put your minds at ease, however, I must state that I don't have a fire arm of my own and don't plan on getting one any time soon.
In other news if WilmingSloan just ISN'T enough for you, I now encourage you to head over to Waking Themes, my new dream blog. The address is www.theseagulls.blogspot.com
Yes, the roach behind the surf board was STILL BREATHING when I found him.
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