:angry: Snakebit. The gun range was closed, and Mr. Nofunn decided to grade papers tonight instead. I couldn't make this up if I tried--I seriously was not quite as interesting as work that didn't need to be done until Tuesday. I hope he's thanking whatever god he has that I DON'T know how to use a gun right now. I painted my toenails for this.
I went to my school's football game and ran into one of my students who lives a few miles from me. His parents regularly invite the faculty out to their farm to shoot. In addition to what Mr. Nofunn offered me, they have 50-caliber machine guns, M-20s, a tank (yes, a tank,) and they make their own dynamite. Their gun room (which is the size of most folks' living rooms) requires a handprint passkey to get in, and if the alarm goes off the local SWAT team gets a direct alert. My student's dad invited me to come next weekend. I don't know if I'll invite my new "friend" or not.
Seagrovegirl, that siggy you borrowed has been on my mind a lot today!