I'm sure this will be no big deal to those of you who grew up in rural areas, toddling around in blaze orange diapers and observing hunting season before you were even potty trained. Perhaps it will even surprise those of you who know that I grew up just a short jaunt outside of Detroit (in one of the safest cities in the nation, however, I might add).

But tonight I held, aimed, and shot a (pretend) gun for the first time EVER.

And it totally rocked my face off.

As in, I want to do it again.
And again, after that.
But not right now, because I'm tired and I have to go to bed.
And I'm going home in the morning.

So... that's all.

Good.night.