Tennis Balls can be fun.

Yesterday on Easter Sunday, after a breakfast of strawberries,pound cake,and bites of chocolate bunny-my beloved husband and I drove into oak ridge for a day of shooting at the out door range with a good friend. I first was started out with a .22 rifle of my beloved's. And after getting used to slightly off sights,Was making tennis balls,clay pigeons, golf balls and milk jugs dance across the ground. Then finally, finally got a chance to shoot my valentine's day present a glock 19. (His and Her glocks of course,very romantic in my opinion.)
First shot right on target.
I could feel a bit of pride emanating from my husband as he stood beside me watching. This marks only about the 5th time I've ever gone shooting. But due credit should be given to my teacher: My darling husband.

After this grand outing, We went back into the ridge, He and the friend playing x box and the friend's mom and I attempting to watch P.S. I love you. The disc froze half way through. So then me and beloved and friend went to books a million.

Where I read Child Bride by Suzzanne Finstad and Drank a vanilla frozen creme.
Nummies!

A perfect day.