Once we dropped Baby off at the grandparents, he gave me a cd with a 'message from the future' *made by him in a distorted voice* about how the zombie apocalypse came and I had to save humanity. So I had to continue my martial arts training with live firearms. And that's what we did. I learned to shoot.
|Husband photoshopped my head onto a picture of Sarah Connor.|
|My target with the Glock 9mm.|
|Yes, that's a pink shotgun.|
When I had the Glock 9mm *I liked that one the best* in my hands and was aiming, it was like the whole world went away. I was so focused on what I was doing that nothing else mattered. There was something single-minded and calm and focused in going through a clip. I guess that's true with anything requiring a single focus, but in this case I felt that heightened because I was dealing with something lethal so the importance of focus was even greater.
Anyway, it was amazing. I know some people hate guns *you are right to feel however you choose - pro or anti* , and I don't advocate everyone going out and buying a gun, but I think like anything they have their place. And me, as a woman who loves martial arts, swords, and post-apocalyptic films this is a skill that appeals to me.
Yes, we also went shopping and had a wonderful meal including an amazing chocolate torte, but this was definitely the highlight.
Quote of Today:
"They're selling the Zombie Pack! Awesome."