Annie Get Your Gun

After all the cakes, cookies, and assorted deliciousness of the birthday party I figured I would go with lighter fare today. So for lunch I made my favorite chicken salad. To some leftover roasted chicked (diced) I added celery, apples, onions, shredded carrots, and raisins; and I dressed it with a mayonnaise mixture that included a touch of salt and pepper, a dash of hot sauce, and a pinch of curry powder. Served with some rice crackers, it was very satisfying, and was a good use of some of the remaining party food.

Flamenco Dad and I went out on a mini-date this evening to…the gun range. Romantic, right? Ha ha ha. We had fun; and frankly, I’m not too shabby in the marksmanship department, which surprised me. Though I don’t really think I’m cut out to be a regular at the firing range. Let’s just say that it’s a good thing everyone there has to wear ear protection; otherwise they would have heard the sounds of me humming the music from “Annie Get Your Gun.” Man I loved that show! The drama club geek in me comes out every so often. Sorry. I digress.

This range/gun shop had what seemed like hundreds of stuffed animals (not referring to the teddy bear kind either) adorning the entrance and walls of the entire place. It took me a while to get over the strangeness of all the animals just hanging out there; I felt like they were looking at me, I kid you not. I saw a bear that appeared to be about 7 feet tall, a mountain lion (at least I think that’s what it was), and all manner of antelope, deer, and who knows what else. Can you tell I don’t know much about wildlike? Who am I, Jack Hanna or something? Tell the folks on Animal Planet they have nothing to fear; their jobs are secure.

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