So last night I'm in the kitchen carving up one of those rotisserie chickens from HEB while my wife is settling the kids into their high chairs and bringing in more groceries from the car. I'm concentrating on carving when I hear the front
door open again with some force. I thought my wife was done with groceries and was back in the house, look up quickly and sure enough she is standing right there next to the kitchen table and has a puzzled look on her face while looking in direction of front
door (which is blocked from our view by a wall separating kitchen from front entrance).
I yanked my tucked T-shirt up from over my Crossbreed Supertuck and pulled out my Glock 27 (first time I've done this other than practice with an empty gun - was encouraged how quickly I had the gun in my hand). Turned the corner with muzzle of gun leading the way and praying not to see some monster standing in our entry way.
Door is wide open, no one is there. As soon as I step into the entry way ...
The cold
WIND smacks me in the face blowing through the open
door way like a
wind tunnel and I hear my wife say "oh I'm sorry honey, I must not have shut the
door all the way."
