there are certain things you need directions for..

This is the story of the girl who did not ask the right questions, who did not think the right thoughts, and now, has a beautiful crescent schaped scar on her eyebrow to remind her.

It started out innocently. My boss and his daugther (a very good friend of mine) asked me to go shooting with them. (I live in Idaho, this is par for the course) She does rifle competitions and he has been shooting for fifty years and they promised to teach me the basics.

I shot about twenty shots out of a .22 caliber pistol (which means something, or something) and since I was shooting at a big piece of wood a long ways away, and nothing was getting hurt, and I'm hypercompetitive, it was a little exciting, you know?

So Bob (my boss) says, "Hey Rach, want to try the big gun?" (insert devlish grin)

THE BIG GUN.....

So, I followed all his instructions to a T, but my crappy vision kept me from seeing properly through the scope (big ugly telescope thing on top). So, having recieved no instructions to the contrary, I got closer. Sighted the ancient laptop that they had been shooting the big gun with (because in Idaho we blow up old electronics, it's pretty standard). Pulled the trigger and......

Pain. Confusion. Bob, staring agape at me and shouting "Pack it up"  T-shirt on face. Water bottle dumped on wound.


I got scoped. In the face. The good news is, I hit the target.

The bad news is, that the lovely doctor with a bachelors in Russian who works in the ER at West Valley Med Center had to give me five stitches. In my face.....

I think I'm over guns.