When my wife asks why I have so many guns, I ask her why she has so many spices, I only need salt and pepper.
It doesn't work but I keep trying.
She says she doesn't care what I buy, until the time comes that I tell he I don't want to go to Aruba or other vacation spot. Then she says..."oh but you can spend all your money on guns." That's when she gets on the computer and starts pricing plane tickets.
She really doesn't seem to mind that I have " a few" guns (her words).
What she did mind was when the fourth safe came into the house (a four room house I might add). Makes it difficult to hide. I told her it was for some "ammo", but now she wants to know what's in the six rubber maid totes stacked floor to ceiling between the two biggest safes. I put my collection of War History books on the top and told her they are all books. She's not inquisitive enough, or strong enough, to lift a tote down and see what's in it.
But you know what? All in all I'm not fooling her or anyone else. Everything is cool while she gets her way, but let me say one wrong word and all I hear is... guns, guns, the Dog, guns and the lake, that's all you care about. Where do I come in?
That's when it's time for some heavy smoochin'. We've played this game for 35 years.