My husband is silly.
He also plays competitive paintball. I hear about paintball 24-7 and anyone that has been present for a paintball related conversation knows that sometimes paintball takes over my life and I do not particularly appreciate it. But this weekend was different. This weekend I actually played. I hesitate to say this publicly: it was fun.
I got shot in the back. It didn’t even hurt….that’s actually a lie, but I didn’t even care. I’m so hardcore, I even have my own jersey.
And for anyone who’s astute, that’s me, and Henry! reflected in the lenses of my husband’s really fancy custom sunglasses (I should know, I bought them).
About MeI'm Mal. This blog is about my life. I like to tell stories about my dog and cat a lot. I love to sew and cook; I'm learning how to roller skate and do tricks on the trampoline; I love math, have a university degree in it, do it for a living, but really suck at arithmetic. I'm also having a baby at the end of the summer, so I like to talk/freak out about that a lot too.