Was awakened from a very sound sleep last night by a noise in the house like someone walking in the hall. Felt for wife in bed...check. Grabbed the flashlight from the nightstand and (still groggy) slipped down the hall and bumped into the guest bedroom door. I threw open the door (simultaneously feeling for the switch on the flashlight, which I keep set on "strobe") and my mother in law (whom I had forgotten was spending the night) clicked on her light to see me standing in my underwear holding out a 3.4 oz. bottle of PJUR lube.
"No thanks, I'm good."
Made for an awkward breakfast, but it wasn't mentioned.
Tradewater is too sexy for his clothes, so sexy it hurts.
Going to the range today. Guy at work just bought a Glock 42 (.380) and we're gonna see how it compares to his Ruger LCP.