I would have guessed more. Of course, I've never handled a shotgun

It depends on the gun. Some take twice that. But it's a shotgun, not a machine gun. There's no banana clip.

There are a variety of shotgun magazine extensions that can take some gauges up to 10+ rounds. There are sometimes legal restrictions for hunting.

They were at the bar, totally called it. They couldn't find the trailhead. "Snow covered" they said. Heh. Anyway, they're home now and we're eating the SO's homemade salsa, and our buddy is cooking dinner later. So I don't have too much to complain about.

I would take the threesomes only because I don't like heights.

OMG, SNORT. Love you, Sue.

Connie, I worry about that all the time: my computer searches run the gamut from weapons to tactics to bomb-making, to terrorist cells, to spying and hacking techniques, martial arts, how to kill someone with various household items, and how to run cons. Among other sketchy research.

Also, a lot of shoes and make-up, and a shitton of geekery.

I guess I'm convicted as a well-shod, nicely made-up, bibliophilic criminal?

I did NOT get Starbucks before my phone call; I drank that shit black, like medicine. Bleargh. Going to store in a few minutes.

I've only had girl/girl/boy threesomes, and I was always more interested in the boy. Liked the girl, but my Kinsey skews to the dudes. There are some boy/boy/girl threesomes I'd give a whirl, though. It's low on my list of things to do, though; I prefer to concentrate on one lover.

I guess I'm convicted as a well-shod, nicely made-up, bibliophilic criminal?

Or Mata Hari.

I've never had a threesome... could be fun with the right folks, but I think I'd choose flying.

The ridiculous thing about those searches is I spend twenty or thirty minutes researching facts for ... one sentence. ::facepalm::

Know that we readers appreciate it. When an author gets a detail wrong, it can throw me right out of the story and then I'm suspicious for the rest of the book

The ridiculous thing about those searches is I spend twenty or thirty minutes researching facts for ... one sentence.

Oh, lord, yes. An hour later I look up from some site on Renaissance history and I say to myself, "I only wanted to know when Leonardo finished The Last Supper."

The ridiculous thing about those searches is I spend twenty or thirty minutes researching facts for ... one sentence.

Perfectly acceptable. I have spent quality time looking things up for a throwaway joke. Sometimes the lion's share of the research I do doesn't even make it into the story, but it informs the plot and characterization.

Post-its have a new purpose: blinder so I can briefly read.

I know I'm not supposed to swim today. But I feel guilty anyway.

Also? I really hate the texture of my ceiling.