I've liked Lissa from the very first - her blog is hysterically funny, she has a cat that is a doppelgänger for my Ronan, she bakes for bloggershoots, she has a voracious appetite for books, she has a fresh perspective on conservative politics, I can live vicariously through her shoe blogging, our husbands are both named Mike (and even have the same birthday), and...the girl loves her some shooty goodness.
And after undergoing a journey that is familiar to all of us, Lissa has internalized her new status as a gun chick and is now dreaming about shooting and self defense.
The transformation is complete.
Now that's just an amazing coincidence you mention Lissa today...
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Why don't you poiint these ladies out while they're still single?!?!
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The old trigger-of-steel dream. Yup, I've had that one.
ReplyDeleteI dream of shooting. They used to be, more often, that I'd pull the trigger and nothing happened. Nowadays (nights?) the gun will usually fire. Sometimes I even dream of hitting what I'm aiming at.
ReplyDeleteI'm not a shooter. Never saw much point of becoming one because of where I live. In Finland, unless you hunt, it can only be a rather expensive hobby. Only the professional types, police and a few others, can carry.
Geez, I let the blog go for one weekend, come back and my Sitemeter has gone purely haywire! Thanks, Breda, for the hits, but much more for the lovely compliments -- I'm so flattered!!
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