Sassy Sharpshooter

I just popped in my new Weezer CD that I got for my birthday when my bro read my mind and bought it for me. The first song is "Beverly Hills," which got me all pumped up for my summer in Cali. That is such an obnoxiously entertaining song. More obnoxious than entertaining, but that's why I like it.

Whilst listening to the Weez, I was reminded of something rather odd that my father (who is rather odd) said to me last night. For some reason, he decided that he wants to take me to a shooting range and teach me how to shoot various guns or something. Um, okay. I think he forgot that I already learned how to do that in Girl Scouts. Oh, wait, no I didn't. Silly me...I always get "peddle overpriced cookies" mixed up with "become a badass with a gun." Anyhow, I'm not sure if I really want to learn how to shoot a gun, but I guess I'll amuse the old man and go. Should be an interesting father-daughter redneck bonding moment. Don't worry - I don't have any intentions of packing heat in my daily life. No weapons here, other than my WMD's (weapons of mass distraction). Oh, wait. I promised my boobies that I wouldn't blog about them. Oops. That's the last time, I swear. Really.

posted by elizabeth @ 1:36 PM