Christmas is definitely over when cute, little stuffies are pinned up, in order to be shot at. And either I’m out of practice (the gallery was closed for the whole month of December) because I couldn’t even hit one of them, or my subconscious just wouldn’t let me hit Happy Feet and friends.
I didn’t fare any better when zombie targets were put up later in the evening. We were suppose to aim for the orange dot on the forehead. And well, only one of my arrows actually hit the intended target, on the wrist bone. Like that would’ve done me any good if this had been a real zombie attack.
That’s what I get for being away too long. Blame it on the shooting gallery closing the entire month of December. And the move. And the over-indulging and slothful behaviour during the holidays. Clearly.
I should’ve kept the target as a badge for my failure. Do not rely on me in the event of a zombie apocalypse. At least, not today.
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