Stunner

We are proud new recipients of concealed carry class completion certificates, aka "The Quintuple C".  Pretty sure I made something up again.

The class was really interesting.  Learned a few things I didn't know, reviewed a lot of things I already knew, and Will learned a new technique for his putting.  You heard me.

William was doing his daily putting in the living room with his 4 billion putters, when he turns to me and says "The triangle!!!  The isoceles triangle!!".  Then he had to demonstrate a few putts with his new putting stance he stole from the gun safety instructor's shooting stance.  He could relate golf to anything, I swear.

So we completed the class.  I bought a stun gun.  Stunning.  I will jump on intruders like a spider monkey and stun them senseless with my handy dandy stun gun.  Or I may save it for when William irritates me.  :)

The instructors were pretty witty.  At one point they were discussing women carrying a gun in their purses (for the whole 3 girls that were taking the class), and informed us that they instruct women to shoot through their purse if attacked.  No time to spend taking the gun out of the purse, just shoot the gun at the attacker while it's still inside the purse.  They said that taking the gun out of the purse wastes precious seconds that could allow an attacker to overpower you.  Then the instructor stated "The only place for a woman to be at the end of the attack is standing over her attacker...with a smoking purse".  Bahahahahahaha.  I laughed.

We went for sushi after our class to celebrate.  Guns and sushi.  I have a feeling those two things aren't usually on the same person's schedule for the same day.

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I've been working it out on the treadclimber lately.  I have zero hopes of not developing heart disease, but maybe I can delay it a few years by being healthy.  William watches golf downstairs while I work out for 30 minutes upstairs.  Every 5-10 minutes he would yell "how you doin' Daisy??".  The last couple minutes I'll crank the speed up to the max...I did that tonight and William can hear me.  He yells "Oh Daisy! Comin' into the home stretch!! Yeaaaaah!"...and cheered for the last minute of my workout. I have a little cheering section =)

Yay me.  Boo heart disease.

Maybe I should record myself cheering Mom and Dad during their morning walks for 30 minutes and they can blast it in some headphones?  Or I could just continue my technique of calling them and pestering them about their walking habits.  I think they like that.

Maybe not?

Hmmm...