Well, with the fun happening with mom's dog, something weird happened. I offered to let go of my Glock fund again, this time to help pay for the dog's treatment. Mom denied my offer rather strongly, stating I'd been saving and re-saving for too long... and today was the day to let it go for what it was meant for. She actually pushed me out the door.
I am officially lost to the dark side.
Picked up my first Glock. Got the 21SF. Nothing fancy, just standard sights and all. But I've decided I am not leaving it factory like I've done with the rest of my guns. It'll be some time doing what I want (especially considering I had forgotten to set aside some money for ammo, can I get a collective DUH?!) but I want to put on the extended slide release, some fiber optic sights with tritium included, and maybe next year my birthday gift to myself will be a light for that rail.
So, lots of firsts here: first Glock, first .45, first plastic gun, first striker fired gun, first gun with a rail. I'm happy. Thanks for pushing me out the door to go get it finally, mom!
