When I was in high school, my best friend had a poster of tons of different smiley faces. Or more accurately, faces that showed different emotions. Then about 72 percent down the page, there was a picture of a purple llama.
The caption read: And now for something completely different…
So after a few days of getting down and dirty, I thought I’d give you a purple llama.
Not literally, though. I don’t actually have a purple llama to give except that photo above. Enjoy! (I do have a purple bruise though…story to follow.)
Instead, I will share a few pictures and thoughts from my weekend. I promise cute, I promise a bit of badassery, I promise untold riches.
I lied about that last one.
My husband and I spent the weekend in Toledo with his family. Aside from eating my weight in burgers and pudding shots, we got to see some great friends of ours and have a husky puppy playdate and some delicious Chinese food. I didn’t take pictures of the Chinese food.
Buffy also got to meet a Boston Terrier named Mia, who decided to slap her.
Buffy recovered from this trauma.
Let’s go back in time to before the slap incident…Without further ado, I would like to introduce…VINNY!
Vinny is a three-month-old husky puppy and the new baby of our friends Steve and Colleen. He’s awfully cute. And smart.
Buffy and Vinny had a great time romping about the yard, and I was surprised to see that she decided to be a great role model for little Vinny. She let him gnaw on her ears, bite her throat, and generally pester her. Though at one point she did bite back, and he flopped over on his back like a surprised turtle.
They got along swimmingly.
Oh, you want more, you say?
Still want more?
I don’t know if you’re ready for this last one.
No, seriously. It almost killed me, and I live with one of them. Which means my Husky Cuteness Immunity Level is at +4, and you probably hover around 0 or +1.
Well, fine. If you’re sure. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Now that I’ve sufficiently melted your face off, here’s what else I did this weekend!
My awesome brother-in-law James said he’d teach me how to shoot — and he did. James is the renaissance man of survival, fighting, and hunting, and he is also a phenomenal teacher. I managed to hit the target almost every time, and I had a couple tries where all five of my arrows clustered in the center. Rules.
And James caught a post-loose shot.
I also learned a lesson the hard way — bows are instruments that contain an enormous amount of pressure, and when that string looses an arrow, it shoots forward with a burst of force.
If you don’t turn your elbow outward, that burst of force can come into contact with the sensitive skin of your inner arm.
No, it doesn’t hurt that much. Yes, it stung when it happened. But honestly, I’m rather proud of it. Even though I think a couple guests at the restaurant were wondering I got beaten up.
Aside from teaching me how to shoot a bow without turning my left arm into a magical rainbow, James also showed me some basic self-defense. Not only am I thrilled to have had the chance to bond with my brother-in-law, but I have solidified my desire to learn how to fight. And to get my pudding-shot loaded arse in better shape.
That didn’t come out right.
On that happy note, I will leave you with some more cuteness. Are you ready? Has your face grown back yet?
How was your weekend, gentle viewers? What useful skills have you learned lately? Anyone want to run off into the wild with me?