The other week I fulfilled something off my bucket list. I went paintballing. It was the most fun I have ever had. I was going to a dance later on that night so my hope was that I would look like this. . .
Cause that way I would have something to talk about during slow songs. Unfortunately I was really good at the game and only got hit twice. Which I actually consider an accomplishment. Not only did I only get hit three times but I did not get a single welt, bruise, or goose egg. I was so mad. Next time I plan on charging down the center of the battle field so I can have some battle wounds. :)
2 comments:
AHHHH!
i LOVE paint-balling!!!
there is probably nothing i love more.....i got a pb gun when i was in seventh grade haha...WE MUST GOOO TOGETHER! We can maybe convice kirsi to come to...i think she would secretly enjoy it hehe
Hi Leena! Love your blog. Disgusting picture. :) Um, yeah, I did the paintballing thing with my husband and his buddies. You know, to be a "cool" wife. I'm not really dying to go again. Little secret, though... I lined the inside of my clothes with maxi pads and couldn't feel a thing! No battle wounds here.
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