No not the Randy Travis song but a situation with my husband that turned to my favor. My husband is going on a dove hunt tomorrow and for the last 3 weeks or so I've told him to get with his dad about getting his shotgun. He contacted him this week and sure enough there was something wrong with his gun. Did I want that to happen? No. But I'm a planner and he is to a certain extent but he plans for the perfect scenario. So his gun wasn't going to be fixed by the hunt. Therefore, he had to buy a new one. Sure he's going to use it first but after that it's mine. Bring on the skeet shooting. Bring on being a true Texan now. Kind of excited to shoot it for the first time. Bang bang...I'm the new Pistol Annie.