Recovering

We made it home from our vacation Sunday evening and I'm almost recovered from our trip. I've still got a few loads of laundry to do, Ruby is slowly adjusting to the lower levels of attention and sugar and my cut is almost healed. 

That's right, I got a cut to match Ruby's. Thankfully it's shorter, wasn't as deep (so no stitches) and my story is a little more interesting than a bedroom fall.

Chuck received a gun from his grandfather during our visit and took the opportunity to shoot it while at his dad's. He wanted me to know how and while I had little interest I had been talking up my abilities. The only trouble was that A. It had been ten years since I shot a gun (10!) B. Chuck's new gun was a higher caliber and C. I forgot the rule about scopes.

You see, when shooting a gun with a scope you don't put your eye right up to it, you find the sweet spot about two or two 1/2 inches back. That way the scope doesn't hit you when the gun kicks back and cuts your eyebrow like so.