They Keep Saying It's Over, but I'm Just Beginning to Feel the Warmth on My Skin...

So... I realize that Labor Day was over a week ago, but yes, this is a Labor Day post. I just kept putting it off even though for once I had something to talk about instead of my usual random ramblings. Even though I'm sure it'll still be rather random.
Well, the husband had a four day weekend so I decided it was the perfect time to take a mini-vacation from work. Therefore, we spent the entire weekend together. Every waking moment. (Yes, we're still in the stage of our marriage where we like to be around each other all of the time.)
Friday consisted of us heading to the beach with a couple of his work friends. It was probably only the second or third beach-worthy day of the year so it was perfect. We picked up a pack of the Smirnoff mixed box (Yes, the box. The blueberry-lemonade is my favorite) and dedicated the afternoon to soaking up the sun. We were there for probably two or three hours. Let's just say the box did not make it home. It was my first time getting drunk on the beach, and I'll admit it was nice. Completely  unwinding with the most beautiful view in front of you. Unfortunately all of that beach fun led to us passing out the rest of the night at home.
Saturday began slowly. Very slowly. We basically sat in bed, laptops next to each other and coffee in hand. It was two o'clock before we even thought about moving. But we had plans so we finally left our hovel. We were invited to go kayaking, which I'd never done before, but wanted to attempt. While it was nice and sunny for once at home, of course where we ended up kayaking turned out to be gray and cold. Nevertheless we headed out. I'll admit I was a little nervous. I was afraid of getting tired and not being able to get back, getting flipped, or getting lost. Luckily we went doubles so Ty lent his manly strength to the trek. Despite the cold, it was a lot of fun. Hard work, but fun. We weren't able to stay out too long, but we had a good time and now I can say that I've done it.
Then Sunday my husband awoke me and announced he had the plan for the day's festivities. I, imagining getting dressed up and having a coffee date, was rather surprised his plan was for us to go to the shooting range. Oh. Mars and Venus nonsense I suppose. He has been on a gun and hunting kick ever since we got our hunting licenses...
....Which I didn't tell you about so I will do so now. He asked me like a month ago in passing if I wanted to take a gun safety course. Thinking how much he wanted me to know how to shoot and deciding it was probably a useful idea,(and figuring he'd forget all about it) I said yes. Then a few weeks later he reminds me that it's coming up and we have to take the online course. Okay..he's serious I guess. So I get to this course and I discover it's hunting safety. Huh. I really have no intention of ever actually hunting or shooting anything so this seemed a little bit unnecessary. I didn't really care about learning to hunt since it was something that never interested me. I proceeded to tell him this, but he then proceeds to tell me how much he wants to do it and seeing how excited he is, I go along with it. So we passed the courses and got our licenses. One more thing I can say I've done...
...anyways. Since then he's been obsessed. That's how he is though. He'll get an idea in his head or a hobby and he'll be all gung-hoe about it for about a month and then switch to something else. He's trying to be a Renaissance man/Jack of all trades is my theory. So Sunday we went to the shooting range. Ok, I'll be totally upfront: I was beyond nervous, I was almost scared. I had never even held a gun let alone shoot one without any sort of teaching. But there I was holding a .22 revolver that the store owner said was the "beginner's" gun, being shown how to load and shoot at the target. I was freezing thanks to the shorts I was wearing and the vents in the room and kept jumping from everyone shooting around me. But I knew he was really excited and wanted me to do it, so I sucked it up and shot. And let's just say, I'm pretty awesome. It's scary when it goes off, but how can you shoot a gun and not feel like a badass? Sure, I was shooting the "baby" gun with what I'm sure is the smallest bullet ever, but I felt so tough. I don't think I'll ever feel completely comfortable handling or being around guns, but I think that understanding how they work and being able to operate one is important. So yeah, I'm a kickass chick.
Sorry for this turning into a short novella, but I can ramble on as we know. To wrap it up, here are the only pictures of this fun and eventful weekend:

Oh, and here is how we welcomed autumn since everyone apparently believes that summer is over even though it's really just beginning here: 

The first Pumpkin Spice Latte of the year.

Homemade chili.

Bringing the smells of home to us.