Being the only 'gunner' in the family, they are clueless as to what 'trips my trigger'. When asked what I wanted, I gave my stock reply- "If I can't eat it, drink it, or shoot it, I don't want it"- which naturally got me shirts, socks, and a check (which got spent immediately on new tires, to replace the flat that greeted me on Christmas morning along with its dry rotted twin). Oh well, birthday's next week...
