Well, I am not a happy camper.  Thank god I am not much to look at, so an intruder looking for sex would probably fare better at my neighbor’s house (the 80 year old nice little black woman).

I caught up with the news this morning to find out if the shooting across the road was situational, since they usually are.  No such luck.  The police think it was an intruder.  Okay, yeah, the intruder could have been someone that they know.  But I am still a little on edge. 

Living alone with two “alert” dogs (trust me, these guys can only TELL me when I am going to get killed), I normally feel pretty safe, because I live in a relatively safe area and a nice community.  But like I mentioned in my previous post, it’s really hard to defend myself laying down in bed, or getting out of bed with a baseball bat and a very small knife.  So, it’s time to get the shotgun.  I am actually a very good shot all-around, and a really good shot with a handgun.  But, I am not really into having guns in a house; particularly handguns.  I am, however, just fine with people having shotguns in their homes.  It only makes sense.  You never know when you will have to kill that giant spider in the corner that is looking at you hungrily.

So, I am off to find out how to buy a shotgun.  I would surmise that it is the same as buying any other gun.  We just pass the guns around in our family.  I don’t think anyone has actually bought a gun in our family in 25 years, except my mother, who has a license to carry a concealed weapon.  I know; scary, right?