Which made her feel well enough for this...
And then my manly man did this...
And my homeboy did this...
And this one may be cute but she can just kiss this...
Old? I am so not old. Of course I'm not. I'm young and sexy. Ok, so I'm not as limber as I used to be, but oh well! What would I do with a split anyway? Wait...don't answer that.
Here's where my arrow went...
Of course it's a re-enactment. Mine was actually buried in the dirt to the hilt. But in my defense, it wasn't there because of aging eyesight. It was there due to total lack of upper body strength. That's right, couldn't hold it stretched back and keep it still enough to aim. That thing was wobbling all over the place. Jason was yelling at the kids "Get back, get back, it's gonna go!!!!". And then it went. And since I did it wrong, it took the epidermis and dermis off a good 6 inches of the inside of my arm with it. Ouch.
Since it hurt me and I'm a wimp, no more shooting for me. So, to all bow hunted animals, and any other humans that might have one day been in my line of sight...you are safe. No need to thank me.
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