pow! pow! pow!

Tonight I'm going to get pelted in the head by 9mm shell casings. Translation: Going shooting.

Why do I love baby Glock soooo much? It's definitely my favorite. And now that my husband has a Glock of his own, we're like a couple of gun dorks. Maybe we should wear matching outfits to the range.

Also, it feels like a salad bar night. Yeah, target shooting and salad eating... perfect combination.

Pow pow pow cont'd

The Fred & Wilma comparison:



The weird thing is that it makes it seem like his gun is more slender, but it's not. The barrel and handle are longer, but they're virtually identical otherwise.