A gun rack? A GUN rack?

Anyone? Anyone? Title of this post comes direct to you from Wayne's World. The whole dialogue being: 

Wayne: "A gun rack? A GUN rack? I don't even own A gun, let alone many guns that would necessitate an entire rack. What am I gonna do with a gun rack?!"

Stacy:"You don't like it? Fine. You know, Wayne, if you're not careful, you're gonna lose me."

Wayne: "I lost you two months ago. Are you mental? We broke up! Get the net!"

WATCH IT HERE!

Ahhhh...Wayne's World. That brings back memories. And, no, I didn't have to look that dialogue up. It's one of my stupid human tricks to quote 90's Mike Meyer's movies. I'll save the "Woman Woman Woman" poem of So, I Married an Axe Murderer for another time.

All of his gibberish is leading up to my new experience for the week. Shooting things. Don't get scared though. I just went to the gun range with my dad this evening. It's a new hobby he's picked up since he and my mom got divorced and while gun wielding (or really weapon wielding of any kind) is not really my thing, I suppose a controlled environment is the best place to try it. 

Since the divorce and for the year preceding it, my dad and I have had a rocky relationship. I won't delve into the messy details as I have a counselor for that, but it has been an uphill battle to try and repair our relationship. Thankfully, we've both grown up a bit and can now honestly enjoy one another's company in moderation. 

So, tonight, in an effort to make an effort, I fired a weapon.