Himself wanted to create a dedicated shooting range. We're working on it but in typical male fashion, he needed (yes NEEDED) to test out his target backboard. To that end, we went to plink a few rounds.
Guess who "won?"
Seriously, I whipped his ass. I suppose now he'll stop nattering at me to go plink with him.
The Lady of Holly Tree Manor
PS. Note to any copperhead living nearby - I will find you. There is nowhere you can slither to escape me and Walther.
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