I could take a very long time discussing the how or the why, but I won’t. I’ll just say that my entire family-in-law decided to do handgun training a while ago, and they didn’t invite me. Insert a Stephanie Tanner, “HOW RUDE!” right there.
Exactly. But really, they didn’t invite me because they thought there was NO CHANCE that I would ever want to go. And they were probably right. I constantly mock their trips to Cabela’s. But once I found out they all went without me (I thought it was just my husband and his dad) I became a snotty 10-year-old and insisted that I wanted to be included. Even if it was for handgun training. The problem with that was…then I actually had to go to handgun training.
So yesterday, my father-in-law watched Gigi (Eric had to work) and I got myself a serious farmer’s tan doing this.
Yeah, that’s a 9mm. And yeah I’m a huge dork. Please note that my finger is NOT on the trigger. And shockingly nothing and no one was harmed or maimed. Except my thumb.
I don’t care how much you hate guns. You feel pretty bad-a when you grab one from a holster (yes I was told to wear a “sturdy belt” like I OWN a sturdy belt…I wore Eric’s) and hear the clink of the target when you hit it.
But all in all, these hands were made for crafting. And that’s just what they’ll do.
Just be sure you don’t try to mess with this mama bear.