Andrew Hates me Because I am a Good Shot

He totally has good reason to be angry. But I actually am a good shot.

Earlier today we were at his parents house for a family game night. It happened while we were waiting to set-up the Whitetail-opoly (No joke. I ordered it online for him for our first Christmas together and now, three and a half years later, he finally decides to play it.). I was sitting next to Andrew at the table, bored when I decided to play with the first things I could get my hands on.



I got to be a big rack, and owned a couple of taxidermy places. 



It's the top part of this whatsitcalled.

 It just so happened that the nearest things were a small rubber band and one of those plastic hanger hook thingies. I don't know how to better explain it, so I somehow found a picture online. Okay, now you know.



So I put both together and started playing around. I basically created a rudimentary slingshot.

I have a feeling most of you see where this is going.

At one point, I thought to myself "Gee, this could probably go pretty far..." It is at this point that I slipped. And it flew. It flew hard, right into Andrew's eye. It was amazing how accurately it hit him, really. I gasped in shock. He was not impressed. In fact, he was downright pissed. Since we were in the presence of Andrew's four-year-old nephew, he said "What. The. FUCK. Christine."

I apologized a million times while trying extremely hard not to laugh. I ended up getting the silence treatment for 4 entire hours.

But seriously, it was an awesome shot.