Curiosity Killed the Cat (well, in this case, the booty)

Well, I'm a total slacker. I know it. Thanks to the gentle prodding of one Jason Thomas, I'm going to try to start blogging regularly again. :)

Steven and I just finished building a deck in our back yard a couple weeks ago. Then he had to go to Atlanta on business. Then I went to Florida on a girl trip. Then it started raining, and hasn't stopped yet. Needless to say, we've had minimal time to enjoy our long-awaited outdoor living space. So whaddaya do with a deck when it won't quit raining and you're just itching to be out there?

We chose to buy a pellet gun and stage some target practice from the back porch. Yep, a brand new Smith & Wesson BB hand gun. I'm no stranger to firearms, as most of you well know. I won the BB shoot at day camp in fifth grade (yes, there were boys competing and I whooped them all). Pure talent.

We set up the target on our new patio dining set (which, to date, has served no purpose except to soak up a lot of rain), and shot at it from our new wicker loveseat on the porch. After we emptied about six magazines of premium, high-velocity plastic BB pellets onto the target, Steven went to gather our spent ammunition for recycling purposes. This is possible because the target is covered in sticky goo, so the pellets just stick to it. So there he stood, rear-end facing me, oblivious to his surroundings...so tempting. But, I'm a good wife, so I politely asked if I could shoot him in the butt. His response, "Sure, why not?"

So I did it. He just jumped a little and said, "Ooh." Then he laughed. I said, "That didn't hurt?" He just said, "Kinda." That got me thinking, I've never been shot with a BB gun before...apparently, it's no big deal...I wonder what it feels like...? So when Steven offered to shoot me in the rear, I was all for it.

Big Mistake.

For one thing, Steven has buns of steel. He also was wearing cargo shorts with bulky pockets. I do not have buns of steel. Far from it. And I happened to be wearing sweats. They don't exactly offer optimum protection from premium high-velocity plastic BB pellets. It hurt like a mug. In fact, I still have a welt on my booty that may stick around for quite some time. But, hey, at least I can say I have been shot with a BB gun (albeit the plastic kind) and survived to tell about it.