||07-14-2013 05:36 PM
Sigh. You just can't win.
Last night, I am sleeping soundly when my wife wakes me up about 3:30 in the morning. She's got a "feeling" that there's somebody in the house. I listen; I hear nothing unusual in the house. We have two dogs, one large and one small and yappy that sleep in the house; they aren't freaking out and raising hell. However, as we all know, part of the guy thing is to check out things that go bump in the night, or, as was the case here, things that aren't going bump in the night.
Now, some background. It has been a point of minor contention around my house about whether all my guns should be locked up, due to the sometimes presence of kids in the house (not so much a problem now, kid just turned 18). Most of them are locked up, but there is a .40 auto in the headboard of the bed, just in case, that no one knows about. But, since I don't want to start the "don't you know it's dangerous to keep a gun there" conversation, I don't get the gun out. Remember, all is quiet, even the dogs. No sign of problem. I start to pick up the Greco knife I keep on the nightstand, but think that will open myself up to some sort of comments about who do I think I am, Rambo?, so I man up and go check the house and basement bare handed and brave in my boxer briefs. I get back and she says "how safe was I, you didn't even take a gun with you". GRRRRRRRRR. Not only is she casting doubts on my ability to beat several attackers to death with my bare hands (one fist is iron, the other is steel, if the right one don't get you then the left one will), she's the one who's been AGAINST keeping a loaded gun in the bedroom. (She keeps an unloaded .410 snake charmer under the bed, with the ammo in the stock, for when I'm gone.)
So . . . . I go to the closet, reach up and get the 6" barreled Ruger Blackhawk I keep up there loaded with Buffalo Bore 180 grain ammo in case something is roaming around in the backyard I don't think the .40 will handle -- I currently am without a .44 magnum (anybody know a good deal on one) and so this is the best I can do -- show it too her, ask her "Good enough?", and recheck the house. Come back to more comments about how I should have taken the gun in the first place.
I'm sure in a couple of days, though, I'm going to hear about how dangerous it is keeping a loaded gun in the closet where "anyone" ("anyone" who happens to be tossing my closet) could find it.
I've been married long enough, however, that I'll just mentally count to ten, and say, "Yes, hon, you're right. It's all my fault".