As you may know, my wife suffered a cerebral hemmorage a few days ago. She came through the surgery and is out of the drug induced coma, but is still pretty sick, and all. Yesterday, to stir her up, I told her "I swiped your Glock (19) from you, and I'm carrying it now." She opened one eye, and glared at me as only Misty can do, and said "And who told you, you could use MY Glock?" I said "I didn't ask anybody. I just took it from your purse and got the holster for it, and I'm carrying it." She cut me as dirty a look as I've ever seen, and said "You put my Glock back where it belongs. You've got your own guns." And she fell back asleep. :shock: She's gonna be ok.