I’m so far behind on posting now that I am going to simply wipe the slate clean with a couple of slide shows and start with good intentions for the New Year. This was Christmas at the Gilman’s, my in-laws-to-be. Brock’s mom had the marvelous idea of getting a bunch of foam dart guns, boomerangs, and other aerial toys. We raced to the park as soon as we opened it.
Only to discover that being raised as an only child was detrimental to my sense of “fair play” or whatever they were trying to call it. Apparently, you’re supposed to shoot below the neck.
My killer instincts told me to shoot for the face. What can I say?