target practice and doughnuts

 

I like the Bismark, lots of gooey custard filling that always slops on my shirt.  Used to stop off at Winco on my way home from work and grab a couple to eat along the way.  Don't get as many doughnuts now that MJ does all the shopping, but she is liberal with the ice cream. She says it's too much and I remind her I need calcium.  We both are overweight but none of my docs have said anything about it and with cancer weight loss isn't always a good sign.  Breakfast right now is bulger wheat with plain Zoy Greek-style yogurt and banana with a dollop of maple syrup.  That's yummy.  

When dad got a .22 rifle for Justin back in Entiat we shot at targets in the yard.  One end of the place banked up to the irrigation ditch far enough that it seemed safe.  Until one day, the local marshal stopped by and told dad he would take Justin's gun away if he saw him shooting so close to the road again.  He heard a .22 wiz and skip across the street right in front of his car, looked over toward our yard, and saw Justin with his gun.  We did find a place to shoot, down by the river.  Sat with the same cop plinking at cans and bottles with an occasional wild shot at some little living creature.

Almost forgot about all that stuff. Target practice and doughnuts.