…except without the tobacco.
Abby and I went out for dinner tonight, to Abby’s favorite Mexican restaurant, Polo’s in downtown Ada. It’s always great to take my wife out, and in addition to a great meal, I bought her a margarita, which took the edge off a difficult week for her.
Our conversation led hither and yon, but landed on shooting some of our firearms down by the pond when we got home.
We took Abby’s Wather P22, my Ruger 22/45, the .22 magnum rifle, and the cranky old Star BM 9mm with us and shot until sunset, and had a great time.
Sidebar: on the way home, we stopped and looked at a used 34-foot Fleetwood RV that was for sale by the side of the highway, since we have long entertained the notion that an RV would be great fun for our adventures near and far.