During dinner, my wife brings up the murder-suicide. To cut to the chase, she feels that the family would not have been killed if the father didn't have a gun. My counter argument was the postpartum depression murders from the past. I used the "if there were only showers and no bath tubs in the house, the kids would be alive" argument.
Apparently see is "anti-gun" now...because I was shot. As we hugged she said, "you're still pro-gun, even with a bullet in your neck." My response: "so anti-gun, but you have a gun in your bedroom." She responded with, "see how much I love you?" and followed up with a quick "I could make you get rid of the guns." When see saw my "**** you!" grin she asked, "you would get rid of the guns if I asked you to?" After no response she says, "you then say 'yes, dear'" I said, "Dear, I don't want you to loose two arguments in one night."
First it was Obama, now this. And I know were it started: DAMN YOU OPRAH!
And for the record: After I was shot, she had to deal with me on a vent in a coma, paralyzed, unable to walk, talk, or even write. Two weeks solid in the hospital. Our boys had their 3rd birthday in a hospital room with dad on a vent, unable to talk. And then unable to tie my shoes, button a shirt or pants, and no use of my arm for months. And never once did she ask me to sell my guns or ask me not to not shoot again....so I cut her a lot of slack.
Apparently see is "anti-gun" now...because I was shot. As we hugged she said, "you're still pro-gun, even with a bullet in your neck." My response: "so anti-gun, but you have a gun in your bedroom." She responded with, "see how much I love you?" and followed up with a quick "I could make you get rid of the guns." When see saw my "**** you!" grin she asked, "you would get rid of the guns if I asked you to?" After no response she says, "you then say 'yes, dear'" I said, "Dear, I don't want you to loose two arguments in one night."
First it was Obama, now this. And I know were it started: DAMN YOU OPRAH!
And for the record: After I was shot, she had to deal with me on a vent in a coma, paralyzed, unable to walk, talk, or even write. Two weeks solid in the hospital. Our boys had their 3rd birthday in a hospital room with dad on a vent, unable to talk. And then unable to tie my shoes, button a shirt or pants, and no use of my arm for months. And never once did she ask me to sell my guns or ask me not to not shoot again....so I cut her a lot of slack.



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