Should I have some kind of contest for you to guess what in the heck this little contraption is? Some of you have heard me talk about the handy dandy reloader. This is it! Bob's new toy. Sometimes I think he loves it more than he does me but I'm trying hard not to be jealous. He spent many hours on the computer researching just the right one and how to use it before he bought it. And then the day arrived. I'm not sure there was ever a Christmas morning that was more exciting for him than when THE box arrived.
It makes bullets! Yep, my husband, the rootin'-tootin' gun totin' cowboy! It all started a couple of Christmases ago when I asked for a gun for Christmas. Hey, everybody else was getting one after the 2008 elections so I thought I'd join in the fun. Anyway, I got my gun and the rest is history. I've actually gone out once with Bob to shoot and did surprisingly well if I do say so myself.
So now, on any given Saturday morning (he gets there practically before the sun rises) you can find Bob down at the gun range, becoming more and more expert at shooting his little Remington 1911. Oh, I forgot to mention that soon after that first day at the range he acquired his own handgun. He even collects the cases as they pop out of the gun so he can use them to make more bullets in the reloader.
I sure don't get it! But he probably doesn't get quilting either. And that's how it works! Huh!!
