What Would J Simps do?

This weekend, our Sunday Funday was not your typical one. Or, at least not one I'm used to. I'm used to drinking 25 cent pints at Salty Dog or drinking Corona's poolside in Florida. Well, let's just say, things are a little different in Texas. On Sundays, or actually I'm pretty sure every other day of the week, Texan boys like to shoot things, fish and off road on their ranches. Me? Well, I learned this weekend that I'm not really into all that. I just like to lay on the dock and look pretty. (at least that's what Liz says). 

We went out to one of our friends ranch houses on Sunday and all of the girls and boys shot targets in the lake while I watched, and played with the dog, Max. 

Every single one of them pleaded with me to shoot. "Just one time. I swear it's not that bad", they said. "Uh, no thanks, you know those things can, like, kill people, right?" I replied. Plus, these guns were no joke. They were huge and looked and sounded like they could do a lot of damage. Liz and Alisha fell to the ground after each shot because their ears were ringing. And, Alisha at one point thought she had cracked a tooth (now, that would have gone over real well on Monday morning at dental school). So, why these persistent gun-men thought I would want to shoot, is beyond me. 

This weekend made me wonder how I'm going to fit in here if I can't even hold a gun, especially because, according to Kathy Morningside in Miss Congeniality: "This is Texas. Everybody has a gun. My florist has a gun." But, when I'm feeling down and out, I just close my eyes and click my Jessica Simpson cowboy boots together and think what would she do? Somehow, it always makes me feel better.