Tuesdays

I want to start a website, but I shouldn't. Everyone, please smack my hand away from the mouse when I try to register for a domain.

The office will be closed on Friday. I was worried, but it seems the boss hasn't totally lost her marbles and isn't going to make us work on a day we usually have off. Well, she has lost her marbles a little bit. She sent someone out to purchase four new toilets for the office. We don't really need new toilets, but she thinks they will fix the problem we've been having. Really, I think we just need a plumber to clean the calcium buildup out of the pipes, but whatever... I'm staying out of it because we're getting nice, new toilets that will look much better than the ancients ones in there right now.

Jason wants to go to the shooting range after dinner. I'd rather go for a walk, but he's all hot about practicing, so I guess I need to go pick up some rounds before I go home or I'll have to buy the insanely expensive kind at the range.

I've been recruited to bring dessert to Easter Sunday dinner. Have I mentioned how much I hate Easter Sunday dinner? Hate. It's all eggs and pastels and ham and flowers. I get nauseous just thinking about it. Ugg. I wanted to ask if I could just drop off dessert and go home. Apparently, this plan of action would be considered rude and anti-social. Dammit.

Gun!

I am so awesome. After I finished up on the range, I went into the shop to browse through the holsters. I've been making do with the removable holster from my concealed carry purse, but it can't be used for inside-the-pants carry. I managed to find one that fits my Glock perfectly. I love it so much, I took pictures.

( the super awesome holster )

Wow, I'm pale. Those are my new capri workout pants. I was worried that the holster would pull them down, but it actually doesn't all that much. I think I could walk with it on those pants without too much trouble. And, you can't even tell that I'm carrying a gun under my t-shirt. So, problem solved. No more fear of meth-heads in the arroyos terrifying me while I'm out on a walk with Ferguson. I will shoot their asses.