When I got home from work this evening, I had this conversation with my daughter, who is often here for supper.
Me: “Hi there. How are you feeling?” (Day before yesterday, she had a lil bug.)
She: “Great! I went to the range today.”
Me: “Oh that’s right. How did you do?”
She: “Pretty good. I stopped the bad guy.”
Me: “Nice.”
We went about our evening routine. We visited by the fire, we discussed how to structure the fettucini Alfredo (mushrooms, no mushrooms; broccoli mixed in or on the side), we laughed about the daily phone call from Pammy.
And we scrutinized the bullet holes in the targets that my little girl brought home from the range.
About Ginny O'Donnell
After reading a really nice obituary a few years ago, I considered what they'll write about me. "She worked all day, then went home and made supper." Except now, my husband has retired, so he makes the supper. Hm. I sound kinda lazy, but I'm always busy. You'll see.
Part 2: I like my original About Me, so I'm keeping it intact. But now I, too, am footloose. Let's see what happens next, shall we?
Part 3: Just to keep everything in perspective, I'm keeping parts 1 and 2 intact. Now, I am actively and happily NOT so footloose, doing my thing over at Cottage Door Press. And with it being off its training wheels, I will pick up my ginnygram pen again. Love!
ginnygram 
Priceless, I still can’t get past the fact that your adorable, girly daughter can kick the *#^% out of someone that steps out of line!!!!
A true “Charlie’s Angel”
center mass – sweet!