I used to be young and stupid. Now I'm just stupid.
When my bride and I first met, money was never a problem. Sure, we had money problems, but we didn't really care. We were young, after all. Fastest Internet package? No problem. All the premium channels on the satellite dish? Sure. New computer every year? Yep! New revolver "just because"? You bet. Then we had a kid....... oh, crap. Suddenly, it wasn't all about us.
We both enjoy shooting and she does understand that I like to buy, carry and shoot guns. She doesn't quite understand why I'm so fanatical and nutty about it.... but she's *normally* kind about it.
She'll buy me guns, I'll buy her guns, etc. It's a nice arrangement!
But SOMETIMES, she sees that my OUTLANDISH gun purchases are eating into her "buy useless crap for the kid that he'll never need," budget. That's when the SHTF. That's also when I drink a scotch and go to bed early. Yep. I used to be young and stupid. Now I'm just stupid.
Love her. Love the guns. When the two don't get along, learn to like a good scotch on the rocks.
My best excuse, then?
Because I love you so much, and I just want to protect you.
When she says, "aren't the other umpteen guns sufficient?", I reply, "Nope. You're one hot commodity. Gotta have an arsenal to keep the menfolk away from you."
Even if she's still mad, the laughter this generates deflects.