I pulled a gun on my dear, sweet, loving husband. Yes I did..
Living way out in the boonies, we have a code. Never, EVER come home early without letting me know in advance. Living out here and alone during the day, you learn to be vigilant. He forgot to warn me and was greeted at the back door with a barrel in his face. I yelled for the intruder to stop but he turned the knob and the door opened. He heard the hammer being pulled back as the door swung open and when he saw me, he hit th deck. He knows me well and knows I'm not afraid to shoot someone. Afterward, he got an ass chewing for two days. He thought it would be cool to come home early to surprise me with a going out dinner date. You'd think after 20 plus years, that would be something "NOT TO DO" ingrained in his normal psych.
Well, if it wasn't then, IT IS NOW! It scared the Shlt out of both of us. It's a good thing I'm not the kind of person to panic shoot!
Once, I also scared the piss out of the census man. He hasn't been back in 20 years.
Last edited by Camouflaged; 03-19-2017 at 09:25 AM.
Remember what Einstein said:
“I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.”