I shot a gun for the first time. Mother's day.
I still prefer the bow and arrow, but shooting is cool too. I wasn't too terrible either.
When we got home we hung the zombie target on the basement door to freak out my roommate when he came upstairs. He was a little freaked, but mostly awesomely amused. Joey, however, lost his shit. Dogs really don't like zombies.
On Mother's Day we arrived at John's parents' and there were no parents. Apparently they decided to spend a weekend with no kids or grand kids and went to the casino. It was sad to not spend the day with at least one mom, but I spent too long on the phone with mine later on.
Instead or hanging with family, John and I took a stroll along the Potomac. We did our usual hike stuff, which was to talk about life, love, and livers. Ok, maybe not livers. That's the first L-word that came to mind. You get it. We talked. Life was grand. Then there was grilling and my belly was happy.
