I bought another handgun last night. And for the first time ever-I didn’t get delayed on the NCIS check. They usually have to put my latest firearm purchase in the safe for a couple of days while they verify that I really am not a mass murdering maniac that eats children and puppies for breakfast. I’m sure the fact that I had skipped breakfast yesterday helped me out on that one.
So I am now the proud owner of a brand new Smith & Wesson 640. It’s a little J frame that I will be able to carry concealed one day when I finally get my license. I’ve filed my paperwork and am playing the waiting game.
For those of you not familiar with S&W model numbers, it is a stainless steel 5 shot .357 hammerless revolver. It is not pretty, but it is beautiful in its utility. It needs a name. Hubby’s beautiful model 29 is named Lust, my Performance Center 627 is named Envy, hubby’s Performance Center 586 is Wrath, and the WWII era M&P is Pride. All that is left in the theme is Gluttony, Sloth, and Greed. Not having shot it yet, I don’t really know what fits. I’m apparently going with an ironic name regardless. It could be Gluttony as the smallest handgun in the stable, Greed being the one that holds the fewest rounds, or Sloth as a gun capable of shooting one of the fastest factory loads. We shall see.