At least a thousand rounds

This last election is going to take at least a thousand rounds of recoil therapy.  Coincidentally, that should just about break in my new carry sidearm.

I was informed last week that I would be attending the Oprah Opera with Belle today.  I share this pain only because they asked all the veterans to stand in recognition for Veteran's Day and then we sang the National Anthem.  And, I do mean "We".  The opera going crowd can belt it out. I sang too...at least, that's what I call it.

The day started better.  We went to a gun show this morning. Belle was looking for an Evil Black Rifle.  I was looking for a more compact carry pistol.

The first booth I hit had a great selection of pistols. Being dressed for the Sunday Opera Matinee, young dude behind the tables has me pegged for suburban Dad buying his first gun.  As I was fondling shootin irons, young dude pipes up with, "we have that model with a laser over here!".  The store owner was standing there with me. I glanced up at him and lowered my eyes back to the pistol in my hands and simply commented, "don't let these clothes fool you. I don't need a laser. It's nothing more than a distraction".  Store owner snorted and sniggled.

I pretty much shopped the whole show and ultimately made my way back to the first booth I'd visited.
A bit of gun cleaning therapy with the new purchase removed the post opera fuzziness between my ears.
Now, to buy spare mags before the UN decides anything over 7 rounds is bad JuJu and procure a new holster.


If I can get Belle to post on her own damn blog, you'll get an earful about her new EBR.