My cousin John called this morning to say he was done making my bow and would mail it this week. I was then telling my mom about it.
Me: So I’m going to need some kind of target for the backyard.
Mom: Like a hay bale?
Me: Well, but a hay bale is short. What am I practicing for there? Bunnies? I’m not going to be shooting bunnies.
Mom: …What are you going to be shooting?
Me: People. Obviously. Duh.
Me: You know, in the apocalypse when there’s zombies. Or people trying to steal my stuff*.
Mom: I don’t think your arrows are going to be much good against zombies.
Me: Of course they are. I just have to get really good and nail it in the eye so it reaches the brain.
Me: This is common sense, Mom.
Mom: You’ve put too much thought into this.
Me: Sheesh. Obviously someone has to.