I had a dream last night that I was working on a book project with Andrew from Vuurwapen Blog, and he came over (driving the blue Viper that Bobbi and I had encountered while bicycling in Broad Ripple yesterday; an excellent choice of dream vehicle) and we were going to the range and I didn't have but, like, a couple loose rounds of .22LR in the entire house, which is really embarrassing. Being out of .22 is almost like being out of toilet paper.
So then we drove over to Marko's place, which in dreamland was only a short jaunt away, dream geography placing New Hamster a lot closer to Indy than Earth geography. Marko had told me that he'd just got a screaming deal on an old T-series High Power, but when we got there, he'd already had the thing Cerakoted pink and was planning on giving it to Lyra for her birthday. I immediately raised two questions: First, while Lyra's very mature for her age and all, is she really ready for her own centerfire pistol? Second, DEAR GOD MAN YOU PAINTED THAT HIGH POWER PINK HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?