I have the best of both worlds. My "significant other" is a lovely woman....who happens to be one bad-ass armed security guard/trainer/supervisor. Seriously....a Cajun, born on the bayou, bayou/country-bred, 3/4-Cherokee certified bad-ass who doesn't know the meaning of "back down". We also have quite a...um....collection, and we know how to use them.
Let's just say I pity the poor bastard who'd EVER even think of breaking into this home. :)
“Broke into the wrong goddamn rec room, didn’t ya’?” Comes to mind for some reason.
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