{shootin'}

Sometime last week Mechanic Man sat in our living room with his .22 rifle stuck out the window, sighting it in by shooting a prickly pear cactus behind the house. Talk about hick. Anywho...

After he did that, he wanted to take a ride on the fourwheeler, so I got on and then he handed me the .22. So we rode out to the frog pond and set up some targets {by targets I mean soda cans, tires, shingles, juice bottles, and buckets full of dirt} and had a little fun. I shot Mechanic Man's hand gun for the first time, which was a little scary. But it didn't kick as bad as I thought it would. And it helps when you have a good instructor, too. {grin}

 We also got to see a horny-toad, which was pretty neat. I was kinda scared to pick him up, though, 'cause he looked awful spike-y.

It was a fun way to spend an evening, and then we had to head back to do the dishes.