Shooting range

Last year for Christmas, Jason bought our family the best kind of present there is: a relational group gift. A whole year later, we were finally able to find a time that worked for all of us to spend an afternoon at the shooting range. As terrified and out of place as I felt, we all had a wonderful time being novices together. Of course I had to bring a little competition into the mix somehow, so we all used our last two shots trying to kill a mutant rat poster. Annnnnd what do you know? Not to brag or anything, but apparently I'm a pretty darn good shot.